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 Bulgaria and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the oboe 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 Soulsonic Force to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Human League. All the underground hits.
All Eric B and Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pulsallama 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Curtis Mayfield record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Connie Case,
Black Bananas,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Interpol,
The Monks,
CMW,
The New Christs,
The Pop Group,
Marvin Gaye,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Livin' Joy,
Oneida,
Tommy Roe,
Unrelated Segments,
The American Breed,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Scientists,
Althea and Donna,
The Golliwogs,
Prince Buster,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Khruangbin,
Kas Product,
Bobby Sherman,
The Barracudas,
Nick Fraelich,
Skriet,
Cameo,
Ponytail,
The Raincoats,
Chris & Cosey,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Red Krayola,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Joe Smooth,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Aaron Thompson,
World's Most,
Boz Scaggs,
X-102,
Chrome,
Wolf Eyes,
The Skatalites,
Quando Quango,
Fat Boys,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Glenn Branca,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Crispy Ambulance,
Piero Umiliani,
Reagan Youth,
The Leaves,
Japan,
Moby Grape,
Delta 5,
Scion,
K-Klass,
Surgeon,
Von Mondo,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.