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 Uruguay and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Columbus.
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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Masters at Work to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Pagans. All the underground hits.
All Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every These Immortal Souls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Loose Ends,
Angry Samoans,
Oblivians,
Saccharine Trust,
Q65,
The Last Poets,
Wolf Eyes,
Echospace,
Qualms,
Moebius,
Yaz,
The Fuzztones,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Slits,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Mad Mike,
L. Decosne,
Traffic Nightmare,
Main Source,
Reuben Wilson,
James White and The Blacks,
Alison Limerick,
10cc,
Heaven 17,
Nirvana,
Swans,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Au Pairs,
Fugazi,
John Foxx,
Sister Nancy,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Harry Pussy,
La Düsseldorf,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Toni Rubio,
Excepter,
David Axelrod,
Motorama,
The Monochrome Set,
Infiniti,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Fortunes,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Black Sheep,
Mary Jane Girls,
Public Enemy,
Soulsonic Force,
The Shadows of Knight,
Flipper,
Suicide,
Sällskapet,
The Standells,
Sixth Finger,
Faust,
Kerri Chandler,
Scrapy,
Pussy Galore,
X-Ray Spex,
Mars, Mars, Mars, Mars.
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.