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 Cape Verde and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Accra.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Lindisfarne to the funk 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 Prince Buster. All the underground hits.
All JFA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Techniques record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Tomorrow,
Tres Demented,
B.T. Express,
Essential Logic,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bill Wells,
Danielle Patucci,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Techniques,
Bootsy Collins,
Shuggie Otis,
Tears for Fears,
Scrapy,
Nation of Ulysses,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Negative Approach,
Pagans,
Derrick May,
Das Ding,
Pantaleimon,
Monolake,
Aswad,
John Lydon,
Archie Shepp,
The American Breed,
The Skatalites,
Matthew Halsall,
Eyeless In Gaza,
June Days,
Anakelly,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Average White Band,
Franke,
James White and The Blacks,
the Swans,
The Toasters,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Mad Mike,
Hasil Adkins,
The Tremeloes,
Minor Threat,
Can,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bluetip,
Silicon Teens,
Gastr Del Sol,
Boz Scaggs,
Chrome,
Saccharine Trust,
John Cale,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gichy Dan,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bad Manners,
The Velvet Underground,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt.
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.