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 Guinea-Bissau and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the 808 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 Porter Ricks to the dance 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry. All the underground hits.
All Judy Mowatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Sherman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aloha Tigers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Reuben Wilson,
Massinfluence,
Warsaw,
Fat Boys,
The Happenings,
The Kinks,
Organ,
The Shadows of Knight,
Theoretical Girls,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
ABC,
Joe Smooth,
One Last Wish,
Avey Tare,
Grey Daturas,
The Mummies,
Rufus Thomas,
Alice Coltrane,
X-101,
Guru Guru,
Audionom,
Flipper,
Henry Cow,
This Heat,
Danielle Patucci,
Flamin' Groovies,
Jerry's Kids,
Wally Richardson,
FM Einheit,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Boz Scaggs,
The Fuzztones,
Nick Fraelich,
Fluxion,
The Human League,
Television,
Gastr Del Sol,
JFA,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Desert Stars,
Nation of Ulysses,
Erasure,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Golliwogs,
the Swans,
Hot Snakes,
The Slits,
Glambeats Corp.,
Inner City,
Tubeway Army,
Morten Harket,
Shoche,
Kevin Saunderson,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Electric Prunes,
Delon & Dalcan,
Model 500,
Crash Course in Science,
Darondo,
Mantronix,
B.T. Express,
Nico,
Niagra, Niagra, Niagra, Niagra.
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.