Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Australia and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Walker Brothers to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Janne Schatter. All the underground hits.
All Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every EPMD record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skriet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sound Behaviour,
Accadde A,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Man Parrish,
Nas,
The Move,
China Crisis,
The Evens,
Neil Young,
Mr. Review,
Chris Corsano,
The Knickerbockers,
The Golliwogs,
Echospace,
Derrick Morgan,
David Bowie,
Robert Hood,
Harmonia,
Faust,
Cecil Taylor,
Yusef Lateef,
Slick Rick,
Infiniti,
Dave Gahan,
These Immortal Souls,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Angels of Light,
FM Einheit,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Al Stewart,
Steve Hackett,
Marc Almond,
Audionom,
New Age Steppers,
Ituana,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Gap Band,
Can,
Scratch Acid,
James White and The Blacks,
Joyce Sims,
Wally Richardson,
Camouflage,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
CMW,
Ponytail,
Parry Music,
Anakelly,
Pylon,
Groovy Waters,
The Mojo Men,
The Searchers,
Freddie Wadling,
Anthony Braxton,
the Fania All-Stars,
48th St. Collective,
Con Funk Shun,
Bootsy Collins,
Gang of Four,
Masters at Work,
Carl Craig,
Mark Hollis,
Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.