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 Pakistan and from Delhi.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lyon.
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 Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the 808 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 Bob Dylan to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Gun Club. All the underground hits.
All Eve St. Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Jesus and Mary Chain 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba 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))),
Terry Callier,
Jeff Lynne,
Das Ding,
Inner City,
Sandy B,
Dennis Brown,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Second Layer,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lucky Dragons,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Vogues,
Quadrant,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bobby Sherman,
The Knickerbockers,
Fat Boys,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Essential Logic,
Eric Dolphy,
Derrick Morgan,
Sarah Menescal,
KRS-One,
Shuggie Otis,
Eric Copeland,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Minny Pops,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ralphi Rosario,
Duran Duran,
Soul II Soul,
Maurizio,
Technova,
Eli Mardock,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Deepchord,
Agent Orange,
Sixth Finger,
Wings,
Cameo,
Kenny Larkin,
Organ,
Mars,
Groovy Waters,
Amazonics,
Jandek,
The United States of America,
Glambeats Corp.,
Alphaville,
Saccharine Trust,
Piero Umiliani,
Gang of Four,
Sam Rivers,
Swell Maps,
Erykah Badu,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
the Normal,
Soul Sonic Force,
AZ, AZ, AZ, AZ.
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.