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 Belarus and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Franke to the crunk 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 The Cosmic Jokers. All the underground hits.
All Bad Manners tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Subhumans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin 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 chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scion,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Boz Scaggs,
Johnny Osbourne,
Altered Images,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Mantronix,
AZ,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Y Pants,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Tommy Roe,
Albert Ayler,
Underground Resistance,
Ossler,
Barrington Levy,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Public Enemy,
Sixth Finger,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ultravox,
Rakim,
Jeff Lynne,
Gang Starr,
Aaron Thompson,
Pulsallama,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gang of Four,
Arthur Verocai,
Warren Ellis,
The Human League,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Trumans Water,
Jeff Mills,
Roxy Music,
Kayak,
Radio Birdman,
Metal Thangz,
Aswad,
Mr. Review,
The Motions,
Animal Collective,
Letta Mbulu,
Peter and Kerry,
Eric Copeland,
World's Most,
Rotary Connection,
Nas,
Hot Snakes,
Pantytec,
Roger Hodgson,
Erykah Badu,
The Slackers,
The Fall,
Funkadelic,
Scott Walker,
John Foxx,
Robert Wyatt,
Rhythm & Sound,
Monks,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Litter,
Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin.
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.