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 Greece and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the theremin 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 Ice-T to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Lebanon Hanover. All the underground hits.
All Davy DMX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonny Sharrock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Association record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Rufus Thomas,
The Blues Magoos,
The Angels of Light,
Country Teasers,
Scott Walker,
Kerri Chandler,
Stereo Dub,
Main Source,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Fall,
Yaz,
Young Marble Giants,
Nation of Ulysses,
Idris Muhammad,
Japan,
Grauzone,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Fela Kuti,
Al Stewart,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
UT,
Frankie Knuckles,
Soft Machine,
48th St. Collective,
Slick Rick,
Tommy Roe,
Eric B and Rakim,
Rosa Yemen,
Lee Hazlewood,
Rotary Connection,
kango's stein massive,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Eli Mardock,
The Star Department,
The Busters,
Donny Hathaway,
Alton Ellis,
X-101,
The Victims,
The Moody Blues,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gang Gang Dance,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Associates,
Deakin,
Steve Hackett,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Nick Fraelich,
Nils Olav,
Simply Red,
8 Eyed Spy,
Crash Course in Science,
Lower 48,
Gil Scott Heron,
Eurythmics,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Quantec,
Maleditus Sound,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
La Düsseldorf,
Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman.
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.