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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Seoul.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Heaven 17 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 James Chance & The Contortions. All the underground hits.
All Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar 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 oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angry Samoans,
ABBA,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
48th St. Collective,
Ituana,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Henry Cow,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Fire Engines,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
David McCallum,
Delta 5,
Dark Day,
Simply Red,
Maleditus Sound,
Depeche Mode,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bootsy Collins,
a-ha,
Japan,
Dorothy Ashby,
Technova,
Sam Rivers,
Tropical Tobacco,
Danielle Patucci,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Black Pus,
Aswad,
the Soft Cell,
New Age Steppers,
Blancmange,
The Martian,
Lightning Bolt,
DJ Style,
Clear Light,
Brand Nubian,
John Cale,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Brass Construction,
Gil Scott Heron,
Mo-Dettes,
Joe Finger,
EPMD,
The Real Kids,
The Knickerbockers,
Nirvana,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Beau Brummels,
Nas,
Mad Mike,
Saccharine Trust,
Boredoms,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Moby Grape,
Sandy B,
Girls At Our Best!,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne.
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.