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 Botswana and from Paris.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Jesper Dahlbäck to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Star Department. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Panda Bear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mary Jane Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Surgeon,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Gladiators,
Erasure,
Byron Stingily,
Hoover,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Drive Like Jehu,
Derrick Morgan,
Marc Almond,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Excepter,
Eurythmics,
Todd Rundgren,
Warsaw,
The Busters,
The Offenders,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Darondo,
Ralphi Rosario,
Arthur Verocai,
Marshall Jefferson,
Fort Wilson Riot,
K-Klass,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kevin Saunderson,
H. Thieme,
Jacob Miller,
The Toasters,
Schoolly D,
Minor Threat,
June Days,
The Techniques,
Matthew Halsall,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Brass Construction,
Aural Exciters,
Flash Fearless,
The Skatalites,
Unwound,
Joe Smooth,
Crash Course in Science,
James White and The Blacks,
Easy Going,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Moleskins,
Joe Finger,
The Evens,
Eden Ahbez,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Hot Snakes,
CMW,
Gong,
Cheater Slicks,
Oneida,
The Saints,
Magma,
Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies.
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.