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 Korea North and from Bologna.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ 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 Drive Like Jehu to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Junior Murvin. All the underground hits.
All Ornette Coleman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mummies 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Con Funk Shun record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Crooked Eye,
Nils Olav,
DJ Style,
Joe Finger,
Jeff Lynne,
Monolake,
Faust,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Soul II Soul,
Bronski Beat,
Lucky Dragons,
Moby Grape,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Joy Division,
The Black Dice,
Alice Coltrane,
Jacob Miller,
Josef K,
Radio Birdman,
Whodini,
Harry Pussy,
The Star Department,
Sixth Finger,
The Smoke,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Glambeats Corp.,
Can,
Funkadelic,
the Sonics,
Roger Hodgson,
Electric Prunes,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pussy Galore,
Groovy Waters,
Livin' Joy,
Simply Red,
Bluetip,
Pharoah Sanders,
MDC,
Drexciya,
Byron Stingily,
Bob Dylan,
Curtis Mayfield,
Agent Orange,
The Martian,
Fluxion,
Slick Rick,
Pylon,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Alarm Clocks,
Graham Central Station,
The Buckinghams,
The Litter,
Lower 48,
Marine Girls,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Shadows of Knight,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Interpol,
PIL,
Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends.
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.