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 Taiwan and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 clarinet 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 Stiv Bators to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Derrick Morgan. All the underground hits.
All The Fuzztones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cabaret Voltaire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 guitar 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 harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Eating Sloth,
Lalo Schifrin,
Marmalade,
Liliput,
The Velvet Underground,
The Selecter,
Khruangbin,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Flash Fearless,
the Bar-Kays,
Fatback Band,
the Soft Cell,
Nils Olav,
Surgeon,
Young Marble Giants,
The Seeds,
Aloha Tigers,
Black Flag,
Siglo XX,
DJ Sneak,
Trumans Water,
The Searchers,
Grauzone,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Adolescents,
Theoretical Girls,
The Gun Club,
Max Romeo,
Don Cherry,
Grandmaster Flash,
Pharoah Sanders,
Graham Central Station,
The Kinks,
Das Ding,
Newcleus,
Bobby Womack,
The Raincoats,
The Fall,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Cybotron,
Con Funk Shun,
Matthew Bourne,
Au Pairs,
World's Most,
Peter & Gordon,
Joy Division,
Sonny Sharrock,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Aswad,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Alton Ellis,
The Mummies,
Sparks,
China Crisis,
Nas,
The Happenings,
The Index,
The Five Americans,
Gang of Four,
Brick,
kango's stein massive,
Masters at Work,
Juan Atkins,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen.
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.