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 Solomon Islands and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Electric Light Orchestra to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Heaven 17. All the underground hits.
All The Raincoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum 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 organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fall,
Barbara Tucker,
Kas Product,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
the Soft Cell,
Gabor Szabo,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Echospace,
Wings,
Black Moon,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Modern Lovers,
The Index,
JFA,
Charles Mingus,
New Order,
Nation of Ulysses,
Severed Heads,
The Durutti Column,
Dave Gahan,
Todd Terry,
Man Parrish,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Pet Shop Boys,
Accadde A,
Guru Guru,
Hoover,
Easy Going,
The Move,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Jacob Miller,
Zapp,
The Pretty Things,
Ronan,
Sun City Girls,
The Barracudas,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Funky Four + One,
Simply Red,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
World's Most,
Stereo Dub,
Young Marble Giants,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Birthday Party,
Smog,
Robert Görl,
The Cure,
Joe Smooth,
Supertramp,
Audionom,
Rites of Spring,
Infiniti,
The Vogues,
Robert Hood,
Lou Christie,
Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith.
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.