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 Sri Lanka and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Rekid to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Eric Dolphy. All the underground hits.
All MDC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Light Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an oboe 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 oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joensuu 1685,
Prince Buster,
Radiohead,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Henry Cow,
Guru Guru,
Country Teasers,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Arab on Radar,
the Soft Cell,
Blake Baxter,
Barrington Levy,
Gastr Del Sol,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Fad Gadget,
KRS-One,
Faust,
Q65,
Radiopuhelimet,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Soulsonic Force,
Lower 48,
Barbara Tucker,
Negative Approach,
The Names,
Gichy Dan,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Swell Maps,
Ultimate Spinach,
Tres Demented,
Joey Negro,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bizarre Inc.,
Little Man,
Josef K,
Derrick Morgan,
Sex Pistols,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Second Layer,
The Wake,
Deakin,
The Five Americans,
Vladislav Delay,
Junior Murvin,
Wally Richardson,
Rod Modell,
Darondo,
Peter and Kerry,
Oblivians,
Scratch Acid,
Amon Düül II,
New Order,
The Durutti Column,
Grandmaster Flash,
Dave Gahan,
F. McDonald,
CMW,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu.
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.