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 Bahrain and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
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 The Motions to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Parry Music. All the underground hits.
All The Blues Magoos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Fania All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joyce Sims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Audionom,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Pet Shop Boys,
Hot Snakes,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Malaria!,
Panda Bear,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Guru Guru,
Khruangbin,
Pole,
Ornette Coleman,
The Misunderstood,
The Neon Judgement,
Skaos,
Thompson Twins,
Black Flag,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Remains,
Robert Wyatt,
The Sonics,
The Doors,
The Vogues,
Neil Young,
Marshall Jefferson,
Masters at Work,
Rites of Spring,
The Durutti Column,
Connie Case,
Curtis Mayfield,
Duran Duran,
the Association,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Litter,
The Fire Engines,
Sandy B,
DJ Sneak,
Fluxion,
The Saints,
MDC,
Kerri Chandler,
Donald Byrd,
Marmalade,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Birthday Party,
Supertramp,
Yaz,
Man Eating Sloth,
Infiniti,
Crime,
Moebius,
Tommy Roe,
Aloha Tigers,
Amazonics,
Amon Düül,
The Cowsills,
Reuben Wilson,
Crooked Eye,
The Pop Group,
World's Most,
Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson.
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.