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 Pakistan and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Ultravox to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All The Real Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Skatalites record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sandy B record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Spandau Ballet,
the Germs,
Piero Umiliani,
Harry Pussy,
Alison Limerick,
Minutemen,
Yazoo,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Althea and Donna,
D'Angelo,
Gang Starr,
Vladislav Delay,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Derrick Morgan,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Young Marble Giants,
The Durutti Column,
Ituana,
Donald Byrd,
Slave,
Warren Ellis,
Skarface,
Sexual Harrassment,
Roxette,
Parry Music,
The Gun Club,
Icehouse,
June of 44,
Circle Jerks,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Stockholm Monsters,
China Crisis,
Black Moon,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Searchers,
Todd Rundgren,
Bill Wells,
The Fortunes,
Blake Baxter,
The Evens,
Second Layer,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ronan,
Roxy Music,
The Vogues,
Nils Olav,
June Days,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pussy Galore,
Stetsasonic,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Stooges,
Nirvana,
Crash Course in Science,
Glambeats Corp.,
Leonard Cohen,
The Music Machine,
The Index,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Index, Index, Index, Index.
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.