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 Macedonia and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Philadelphia.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare 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 Bobbi Humphrey to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Roy Ayers. All the underground hits.
All China Crisis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grey Daturas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fugazi record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Letta Mbulu,
The Stooges,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Blues Magoos,
Boz Scaggs,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Jimmy McGriff,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Robert Wyatt,
the Association,
Livin' Joy,
Pharoah Sanders,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Grass Roots,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
X-101,
Flamin' Groovies,
Stereo Dub,
Magma,
Marine Girls,
Joe Finger,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Minor Threat,
Iggy Pop,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
JFA,
The Offenders,
Ten City,
T.S.O.L.,
Flipper,
New Age Steppers,
Animal Collective,
The Victims,
Lightning Bolt,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Loose Ends,
The United States of America,
Altered Images,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Masters at Work,
Morten Harket,
Average White Band,
Johnny Osbourne,
PIL,
Nirvana,
Skarface,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Cheater Slicks,
Bill Near,
Schoolly D,
Ituana,
Oblivians,
The Sound,
The Walker Brothers,
Barrington Levy,
Easy Going,
Television Personalities,
Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance.
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.