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 Turkey and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Symarip to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Wyatt 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
David Axelrod,
Neil Young,
Cecil Taylor,
Alison Limerick,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kool Moe Dee,
Scratch Acid,
The Alarm Clocks,
Dark Day,
Moss Icon,
The Gories,
Boz Scaggs,
Hoover,
Animal Collective,
The Index,
Interpol,
Cluster,
Steve Hackett,
Massinfluence,
The Searchers,
Nico,
Barry Ungar,
Albert Ayler,
the Soft Cell,
Harmonia,
OOIOO,
Procol Harum,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Niagra,
Warsaw,
Soul II Soul,
A Certain Ratio,
Bobby Womack,
L. Decosne,
The Vogues,
Dave Gahan,
Jacques Brel,
Pantytec,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Charles Mingus,
The Leaves,
Sandy B,
Brothers Johnson,
The Mojo Men,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Organ,
New Age Steppers,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Youth Brigade,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Flesh Eaters,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Pretty Things,
Minutemen,
Joe Smooth,
Radio Birdman,
Flash Fearless,
Crooked Eye,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sly & The Family Stone,
10cc, 10cc, 10cc, 10cc.
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.