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 Venezuela and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Slick Rick 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 Popol Vuh. All the underground hits.
All Pylon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Buckinghams 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blackbyrds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
James White and The Blacks,
Man Parrish,
Rosa Yemen,
Metal Thangz,
Todd Terry,
Judy Mowatt,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
the Normal,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Barracudas,
The Electric Prunes,
Bill Wells,
Stereo Dub,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Monochrome Set,
Organ,
Pere Ubu,
Reagan Youth,
The Seeds,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sugar Minott,
Nils Olav,
Pantaleimon,
Hoover,
Television,
Roxy Music,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Donald Byrd,
the Swans,
New Age Steppers,
Severed Heads,
EPMD,
The Human League,
OOIOO,
Royal Trux,
Aaron Thompson,
Guru Guru,
Eurythmics,
Marine Girls,
Gichy Dan,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ponytail,
Bang On A Can,
Toni Rubio,
Mr. Review,
Harmonia,
Dual Sessions,
The Velvet Underground,
Chris Corsano,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Barbara Tucker,
The Golliwogs,
Magma,
Electric Prunes,
FM Einheit,
One Last Wish,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gerry Rafferty,
Pylon,
Gabor Szabo,
Arab on Radar,
Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter.
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.