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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band 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 Brass Construction. All the underground hits.
All The Move tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barry Ungar 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Style record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Shoche,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Durutti Column,
Little Man,
Babytalk,
Desert Stars,
Cal Tjader,
Glambeats Corp.,
Matthew Halsall,
The J.B.'s,
Bluetip,
Deepchord,
Agitation Free,
Joyce Sims,
Charles Mingus,
Black Moon,
Crime,
Liliput,
Robert Görl,
PIL,
Infiniti,
Dawn Penn,
Ten City,
Roy Ayers,
DJ Style,
Subhumans,
Kerri Chandler,
DNA,
The Five Americans,
Gong,
Young Marble Giants,
Adolescents,
Gang Starr,
This Heat,
Ultra Naté,
Easy Going,
Alphaville,
Faraquet,
Can,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Intrusion,
Mission of Burma,
Dave Gahan,
Alton Ellis,
Eric Dolphy,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Slackers,
The Victims,
Index,
Unwound,
Graham Central Station,
The Mummies,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bauhaus,
The Beau Brummels,
Shuggie Otis,
Outsiders,
Sandy B,
Radiohead,
Monks,
Donny Hathaway,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
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.