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 Namibia and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the theremin 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 10cc to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 David Bowie. All the underground hits.
All Hot Snakes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terry Callier 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythim Is Rhythim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Newcleus,
In Retrospect,
The Buckinghams,
Babytalk,
Main Source,
Subhumans,
Harmonia,
The Move,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Angels of Light,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sugar Minott,
The Music Machine,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Eric B and Rakim,
Albert Ayler,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Heaven 17,
Ronnie Foster,
The Martian,
Erykah Badu,
E-Dancer,
Gang Gang Dance,
Black Flag,
Eric Dolphy,
Rufus Thomas,
Fugazi,
Minny Pops,
Kas Product,
Panda Bear,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
a-ha,
Jerry's Kids,
Japan,
Joyce Sims,
Motorama,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Youth Brigade,
The Barracudas,
Fat Boys,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Count Five,
John Cale,
Mission of Burma,
Lee Hazlewood,
Echospace,
The Human League,
Sixth Finger,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
La Düsseldorf,
Gang Green,
Unwound,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Derrick Morgan,
John Foxx,
The Five Americans,
Excepter,
Leonard Cohen,
Los Fastidios,
Faraquet,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
ABC,
Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth.
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.