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 Egypt and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 güiro 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 Henry Cow 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 Rhythm & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Depeche Mode tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Walker Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Fluxion,
Connie Case,
Gerry Rafferty,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Tremeloes,
Lee Hazlewood,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Saints,
Dave Gahan,
New Order,
Main Source,
Inner City,
Ralphi Rosario,
Camouflage,
The Cowsills,
ABBA,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Dennis Brown,
David Bowie,
Hoover,
Section 25,
Agitation Free,
The Star Department,
Black Flag,
Shoche,
Bobby Womack,
Kas Product,
Gong,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ornette Coleman,
Faust,
Skaos,
kango's stein massive,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Neon Judgement,
Big Daddy Kane,
Joe Finger,
Jeru the Damaja,
Dorothy Ashby,
Nils Olav,
Kaleidoscope,
Terrestrial Tones,
Deakin,
Rekid,
Interpol,
The Doors,
Simply Red,
Tears for Fears,
The Sound,
Zero Boys,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Brass Construction,
The Misunderstood,
Tomorrow,
Oneida,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Fuzztones,
Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian.
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.