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 Kosovo and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Michelle Simonal to the rock 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 Roger Hodgson. All the underground hits.
All 48th St. Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Loose Ends record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 snare and a sitar 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 clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boogie Down Productions,
Bill Near,
Joey Negro,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Buckinghams,
Ice-T,
The Mojo Men,
Morten Harket,
Bronski Beat,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Intrusion,
Aloha Tigers,
Youth Brigade,
The Slackers,
Albert Ayler,
Y Pants,
New Age Steppers,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Susan Cadogan,
Soulsonic Force,
Flash Fearless,
Pylon,
The Busters,
Roxette,
Cybotron,
The Blackbyrds,
The Black Dice,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Scientists,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Harpers Bizarre,
Kevin Saunderson,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Soft Cell,
Gang Green,
The Stooges,
OOIOO,
The Remains,
Easy Going,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Guru Guru,
John Coltrane,
Monks,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lalann,
Pole,
Public Image Ltd.,
Mark Hollis,
Panda Bear,
Chrome,
Nico,
Sonny Sharrock,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Eric Dolphy,
Massinfluence,
Mars,
Wally Richardson,
Motorama,
Black Moon,
Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane.
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.