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 Tunisia and from Tokyo.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 organ 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 dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 David McCallum. All the underground hits.
All Vladislav Delay tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every LL Cool J record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minutemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Kaleidoscope,
Minutemen,
Public Enemy,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Joe Finger,
The Sonics,
The Associates,
Soul II Soul,
Scan 7,
Bauhaus,
X-101,
Man Eating Sloth,
the Germs,
Glenn Branca,
Bob Dylan,
Tomorrow,
Mary Jane Girls,
Talk Talk,
Pole,
Colin Newman,
Rakim,
Stockholm Monsters,
Kenny Larkin,
Mars,
The Music Machine,
Oneida,
Thompson Twins,
Tres Demented,
Marmalade,
The Walker Brothers,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bad Manners,
Tommy Roe,
Iggy Pop,
Organ,
Gang of Four,
Brass Construction,
Eli Mardock,
Chris & Cosey,
Altered Images,
The Kinks,
Lakeside,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Quadrant,
Don Cherry,
kango's stein massive,
Letta Mbulu,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lou Christie,
Avey Tare,
Ronnie Foster,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Minor Threat,
Heaven 17,
F. McDonald,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sight & Sound,
Wally Richardson,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Radiopuhelimet,
Half Japanese,
Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe.
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.