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 Papua New Guinea and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe 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 The Human League to the disco 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 Ultramagnetic MC's. All the underground hits.
All Throbbing Gristle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Porter Ricks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Angry Samoans,
Colin Newman,
Josef K,
Altered Images,
Eve St. Jones,
Ossler,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
K-Klass,
Quadrant,
Hot Snakes,
Young Marble Giants,
Barbara Tucker,
The Grass Roots,
the Slits,
Livin' Joy,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Radio Birdman,
Donny Hathaway,
Motorama,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Misunderstood,
Zero Boys,
PIL,
Vainqueur,
The Standells,
Sandy B,
Popol Vuh,
Ronan,
Cybotron,
Wings,
David Bowie,
The Music Machine,
Banda Bassotti,
Kurtis Blow,
Khruangbin,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Black Sheep,
Jawbox,
The Young Rascals,
Unrelated Segments,
Mars,
Niagra,
F. McDonald,
Sam Rivers,
48th St. Collective,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Crash Course in Science,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Television,
Susan Cadogan,
The Beau Brummels,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Das Ding,
Man Parrish,
Black Pus,
Leonard Cohen,
Johnny Osbourne,
Boogie Down Productions,
Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles.
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.