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 Honduras and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 Jakarta and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Gang Starr to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Skarface. All the underground hits.
All Crash Course in Science tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rekid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a güiro and a marimba 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 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronnie Foster,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
8 Eyed Spy,
Aaron Thompson,
The Neon Judgement,
Pet Shop Boys,
the Bar-Kays,
Harmonia,
Man Parrish,
Little Man,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Parry Music,
Zero Boys,
Howard Jones,
Massinfluence,
Shoche,
Intrusion,
K-Klass,
Soul II Soul,
the Association,
Jacob Miller,
Depeche Mode,
Outsiders,
Soft Machine,
Ken Boothe,
Zapp,
Underground Resistance,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
David Bowie,
cv313,
Bad Manners,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Echospace,
Jeff Mills,
Deadbeat,
Tomorrow,
Stetsasonic,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gang of Four,
Ronan,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Delta 5,
Funkadelic,
The Gap Band,
48th St. Collective,
Chrome,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Brick,
Smog,
Charles Mingus,
Whodini,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Metal Thangz,
E-Dancer,
Altered Images,
Lee Hazlewood,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Music Machine,
Freddie Wadling,
Circle Jerks,
Ludus,
Television, Television, Television, Television.
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.