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 Mauritius and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Monks to the punk 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 Toasters. All the underground hits.
All Fort Wilson Riot tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wire 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator 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 theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Piero Umiliani,
The Fuzztones,
the Association,
Roxy Music,
John Coltrane,
Dark Day,
Quando Quango,
Hardrive,
The Divine Comedy,
Animal Collective,
Subhumans,
Matthew Bourne,
Dennis Brown,
Smog,
Deakin,
Barrington Levy,
Bobby Sherman,
The Raincoats,
Susan Cadogan,
Chris & Cosey,
Lungfish,
Swell Maps,
Ornette Coleman,
Nas,
Soft Machine,
The Blackbyrds,
China Crisis,
Blossom Toes,
48th St. Collective,
Joe Smooth,
Grandmaster Flash,
D'Angelo,
Ohio Players,
Godley & Creme,
Amazonics,
The Stooges,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ultra Naté,
In Retrospect,
Average White Band,
Eric Dolphy,
Marvin Gaye,
Television Personalities,
Darondo,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Little Man,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ponytail,
The Offenders,
Cymande,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Motions,
KRS-One,
James White and The Blacks,
Pere Ubu,
Livin' Joy,
Crash Course in Science,
Young Marble Giants,
Fatback Band,
Freddie Wadling,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls.
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.