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 Italy and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in 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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 David Axelrod 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 The Dirtbombs. All the underground hits.
All Eli Mardock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boz Scaggs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 spring reverb and an oboe 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 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quantec,
Jimmy McGriff,
Quando Quango,
The Flesh Eaters,
Wolf Eyes,
Arcadia,
Ponytail,
ABC,
Deakin,
Lebanon Hanover,
Model 500,
The Neon Judgement,
June of 44,
The Litter,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lalo Schifrin,
Wire,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Nik Kershaw,
X-101,
Brick,
Little Man,
Bad Manners,
Radiopuhelimet,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Arab on Radar,
June Days,
In Retrospect,
The Techniques,
Wally Richardson,
The Electric Prunes,
The Vogues,
Ronan,
David Axelrod,
Mark Hollis,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Make Up,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Junior Murvin,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Eve St. Jones,
X-102,
Bush Tetras,
Angry Samoans,
Desert Stars,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
John Cale,
Popol Vuh,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Roxette,
Dual Sessions,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Joy Division,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pierre Henry,
the Human League,
Carl Craig,
Black Moon,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Vainqueur,
Michelle Simonal,
Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees.
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.