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 Zambia and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in 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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar 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 Charles Mingus to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Mantronix. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rapeman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Au Pairs 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?
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Index,
Lightning Bolt,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Tommy Roe,
Boogie Down Productions,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Crash Course in Science,
The Music Machine,
X-Ray Spex,
Eric Dolphy,
Marmalade,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Cybotron,
The Mojo Men,
Stetsasonic,
The Searchers,
ABBA,
Nick Fraelich,
Letta Mbulu,
David Bowie,
Bronski Beat,
Danielle Patucci,
DJ Style,
Grauzone,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Fad Gadget,
Pagans,
The Stooges,
Hardrive,
The Wake,
Ten City,
ABC,
The Barracudas,
Moss Icon,
Brass Construction,
Banda Bassotti,
Motorama,
The Mummies,
Godley & Creme,
Max Romeo,
Metal Thangz,
Massinfluence,
Adolescents,
cv313,
10cc,
The Modern Lovers,
Theoretical Girls,
Dawn Penn,
Icehouse,
D'Angelo,
Section 25,
Rod Modell,
The Blackbyrds,
Flash Fearless,
Gang Gang Dance,
Panda Bear,
the Human League,
Siglo XX,
Eric B and Rakim,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front.
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.