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 Peru and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the marimba 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 Nas to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Magma. All the underground hits.
All Newcleus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liliput record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron 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 clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pole,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Robert Hood,
Heaven 17,
Grey Daturas,
Alphaville,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Black Moon,
Panda Bear,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Scientists,
Ralphi Rosario,
Q and Not U,
Susan Cadogan,
Junior Murvin,
Ossler,
Negative Approach,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Detroit Cobras,
The New Christs,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Golliwogs,
Marshall Jefferson,
Cecil Taylor,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kaleidoscope,
Fatback Band,
The Electric Prunes,
Eric Dolphy,
Boz Scaggs,
The Skatalites,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Knickerbockers,
Cluster,
The Dead C,
The Shadows of Knight,
Niagra,
Boredoms,
Davy DMX,
Kurtis Blow,
Deepchord,
Black Sheep,
Babytalk,
Pantytec,
Technova,
Popol Vuh,
Lalann,
Marine Girls,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Liliput,
Morten Harket,
Kevin Saunderson,
New York Dolls,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Invisible,
Fad Gadget,
Fear,
La Düsseldorf,
Average White Band,
Au Pairs,
Lindisfarne,
Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps.
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.