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 Papua New Guinea and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 The Fortunes to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Angels of Light. All the underground hits.
All Scrapy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MDC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin 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 sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeru the Damaja,
Colin Newman,
Schoolly D,
Kaleidoscope,
Lee Hazlewood,
Minor Threat,
Mary Jane Girls,
La Düsseldorf,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Scan 7,
Talk Talk,
Reuben Wilson,
Arthur Verocai,
Reagan Youth,
Byron Stingily,
Ohio Players,
Echospace,
Tubeway Army,
The Slackers,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Rotary Connection,
Altered Images,
Jacques Brel,
Roger Hodgson,
The Dirtbombs,
B.T. Express,
Pharoah Sanders,
Zero Boys,
MDC,
Kerrie Biddell,
Robert Wyatt,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Monks,
Ronan,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Sonics,
Soulsonic Force,
The Toasters,
Blake Baxter,
Erykah Badu,
John Foxx,
Magazine,
The Red Krayola,
Mantronix,
Spandau Ballet,
The Mummies,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Organ,
Easy Going,
Unwound,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Birthday Party,
Bauhaus,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Hot Snakes,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sly & The Family Stone,
JFA,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C.
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.