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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Tokyo.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 Association to the rap 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 Marvin Gaye. All the underground hits.
All The Mighty Diamonds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thee Headcoats 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron 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 arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
8 Eyed Spy,
DJ Style,
The Martian,
Infiniti,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Offenders,
The Gladiators,
the Soft Cell,
The Human League,
Anthony Braxton,
Flash Fearless,
Amon Düül II,
Derrick May,
Pussy Galore,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Angels of Light,
Au Pairs,
H. Thieme,
Oneida,
Basic Channel,
June Days,
Rotary Connection,
Jeff Mills,
Gabor Szabo,
The Mummies,
Tom Boy,
Sun City Girls,
Jerry Gold Smith,
R.M.O.,
Tres Demented,
Maleditus Sound,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lightning Bolt,
Nas,
Ultimate Spinach,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Average White Band,
The Star Department,
Nick Fraelich,
Brass Construction,
Carl Craig,
Kurtis Blow,
In Retrospect,
Absolute Body Control,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Essential Logic,
The Smoke,
Pagans,
Matthew Bourne,
Lakeside,
The Birthday Party,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Agitation Free,
Quando Quango,
Scrapy,
The Zeros,
X-102,
The Seeds,
Bluetip,
Jeff Lynne,
Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen.
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.