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 Serbia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the clarinet 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 a-ha to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Hoover. All the underground hits.
All Curtis Mayfield tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James White and The Blacks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Model 500,
Freddie Wadling,
Tres Demented,
Marvin Gaye,
Skarface,
Derrick May,
Michelle Simonal,
The Modern Lovers,
Wings,
The Litter,
L. Decosne,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Surgeon,
Marcia Griffiths,
Brick,
Howard Jones,
Todd Terry,
Eric Dolphy,
The Neon Judgement,
Nirvana,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Aloha Tigers,
Erasure,
Althea and Donna,
Cybotron,
Eric B and Rakim,
Neu!,
Danielle Patucci,
Al Stewart,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Motions,
David Bowie,
The Fortunes,
Crime,
Hasil Adkins,
The Stooges,
Kurtis Blow,
The Names,
Sällskapet,
Pantaleimon,
World's Most,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Guru Guru,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
the Germs,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Velvet Underground,
U.S. Maple,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
June Days,
Symarip,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Kayak,
Main Source,
Roxy Music,
Harry Pussy,
Animal Collective,
Albert Ayler,
Japan, Japan, Japan, Japan.
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.