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 Barbados and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 David Bowie 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 Heaven 17 to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Gap Band. All the underground hits.
All the Bar-Kays tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lightning Bolt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terry Callier record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ronan,
Warsaw,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Franke,
David Axelrod,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Offenders,
D'Angelo,
Idris Muhammad,
The Angels of Light,
Soul Sonic Force,
Niagra,
Cybotron,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Quando Quango,
Marine Girls,
the Germs,
The Durutti Column,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Toni Rubio,
Quantec,
Michelle Simonal,
Unrelated Segments,
Juan Atkins,
Terry Callier,
Lungfish,
Carl Craig,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bluetip,
Absolute Body Control,
Visage,
The Evens,
Ultravox,
A Certain Ratio,
Oblivians,
The Alarm Clocks,
Susan Cadogan,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Seeds,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Brick,
Brothers Johnson,
The Red Krayola,
Joensuu 1685,
Matthew Halsall,
Black Sheep,
Con Funk Shun,
Gang Gang Dance,
Girls At Our Best!,
Cymande,
Accadde A,
Gichy Dan,
MDC,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Rufus Thomas,
Cheater Slicks,
Pulsallama,
Fugazi,
Swans,
UT, UT, UT, UT.
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.