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 Djibouti and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Sugar Minott to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All Stiv Bators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ 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 synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wally Richardson,
Harmonia,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Pop Group,
The Mojo Men,
The Cramps,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Byron Stingily,
Joyce Sims,
Suicide,
Man Eating Sloth,
Scratch Acid,
The Dead C,
Stetsasonic,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Litter,
Groovy Waters,
Barbara Tucker,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Standells,
E-Dancer,
MC5,
The Fall,
Guru Guru,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Dual Sessions,
Brass Construction,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Massinfluence,
Fugazi,
Rakim,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Fad Gadget,
Das Ding,
Sun Ra,
Mandrill,
Stiv Bators,
Deakin,
The Real Kids,
Lalo Schifrin,
Fluxion,
Alice Coltrane,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Offenders,
Talk Talk,
Inner City,
Sparks,
The Angels of Light,
Camouflage,
Idris Muhammad,
Wings,
Average White Band,
Rapeman,
Warren Ellis,
Silicon Teens,
Carl Craig,
Eli Mardock,
Harry Pussy,
The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke.
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.