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 Slovenia and from Paris.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Mummies to the crunk 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 Loose Ends. All the underground hits.
All Ultimate Spinach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Inner City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Underground Resistance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron 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))),
U.S. Maple,
Moebius,
Cal Tjader,
Dave Gahan,
Hot Snakes,
MC5,
Deepchord,
Eric B and Rakim,
Marc Almond,
Camberwell Now,
The Mojo Men,
The Saints,
Public Enemy,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
OOIOO,
Todd Terry,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
LL Cool J,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gregory Isaacs,
Faust,
Alphaville,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
the Association,
One Last Wish,
Avey Tare,
Symarip,
Ken Boothe,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Moss Icon,
the Human League,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
L. Decosne,
Rapeman,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Davy DMX,
Harpers Bizarre,
Aswad,
Tom Boy,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bang On A Can,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Move,
Maurizio,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Motorama,
Lyres,
Shuggie Otis,
Zero Boys,
Lou Christie,
Kerrie Biddell,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Tomorrow,
John Foxx,
Don Cherry,
Radio Birdman,
Fad Gadget,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Von Mondo,
Tears for Fears,
Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust.
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.