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 Guyana and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 ABC to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Heavy D & The Boyz. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes 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 marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Almond,
Nick Fraelich,
Max Romeo,
New York Dolls,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Intrusion,
Saccharine Trust,
Maleditus Sound,
The Standells,
Drexciya,
Groovy Waters,
The Dave Clark Five,
Deepchord,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Mummies,
Charles Mingus,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Dead C,
Lungfish,
Eric Copeland,
Jesper Dahlback,
James White and The Blacks,
Hasil Adkins,
Blossom Toes,
Mission of Burma,
Monolake,
The Gap Band,
Big Daddy Kane,
Donny Hathaway,
Soft Machine,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Rites of Spring,
Boz Scaggs,
The Black Dice,
Grauzone,
Cameo,
T.S.O.L.,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ten City,
Sonic Youth,
The Martian,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Barracudas,
Khruangbin,
Japan,
Con Funk Shun,
The Gories,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Animal Collective,
New Age Steppers,
Johnny Osbourne,
A Certain Ratio,
Arthur Verocai,
Duran Duran,
Derrick Morgan,
Quantec,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
F. McDonald,
Sam Rivers,
Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman.
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.