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 Malawi and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Associates to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Janne Schatter. All the underground hits.
All Bluetip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mo-Dettes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Easy Going record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum 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))),
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Animal Collective,
The Skatalites,
Negative Approach,
Dual Sessions,
OOIOO,
The Litter,
Magma,
Pagans,
Chris Corsano,
Ludus,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Au Pairs,
Yusef Lateef,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Harpers Bizarre,
Wolf Eyes,
Siglo XX,
Jacques Brel,
Stiv Bators,
Slick Rick,
The Golliwogs,
Organ,
Scott Walker,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
New York Dolls,
Spoonie Gee,
Gerry Rafferty,
Intrusion,
Public Image Ltd.,
Chrome,
Juan Atkins,
Public Enemy,
Marcia Griffiths,
Liliput,
FM Einheit,
Alphaville,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ken Boothe,
Lungfish,
Steve Hackett,
Mark Hollis,
Ultravox,
Charles Mingus,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Rakim,
Cameo,
Technova,
New Age Steppers,
Skarface,
David Axelrod,
Flipper,
The Doors,
Sound Behaviour,
The Gories,
Camberwell Now,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Human League,
Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars.
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.