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 Columbus.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the sitar 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 Matthew Bourne to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Move. All the underground hits.
All R.M.O. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Massinfluence record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anakelly record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Standells,
Freddie Wadling,
Hoover,
Joey Negro,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Hashim,
Vladislav Delay,
Piero Umiliani,
Nils Olav,
Scratch Acid,
Fugazi,
Kerri Chandler,
Eli Mardock,
The Seeds,
Dawn Penn,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Evens,
Motorama,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Metal Thangz,
Jimmy McGriff,
Harpers Bizarre,
Flash Fearless,
the Swans,
These Immortal Souls,
The Fugs,
Soul II Soul,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gabor Szabo,
Marcia Griffiths,
New York Dolls,
The Buckinghams,
The Fall,
Theoretical Girls,
Crispian St. Peters,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Flesh Eaters,
Heaven 17,
Bizarre Inc.,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Glenn Branca,
Clear Light,
Fluxion,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
World's Most,
Cybotron,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ohio Players,
Young Marble Giants,
Schoolly D,
Visage,
Fela Kuti,
Steve Hackett,
Bobby Sherman,
Infiniti,
Mantronix,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Litter,
Harmonia,
Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis.
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.