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 Lesotho and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Glasgow.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Swell Maps to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Quantec. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül II tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Divine Comedy 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 harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Raincoats,
Animal Collective,
The Electric Prunes,
Scratch Acid,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Quadrant,
David McCallum,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Clear Light,
Aswad,
Yazoo,
Massinfluence,
Bronski Beat,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Dual Sessions,
Black Bananas,
Babytalk,
kango's stein massive,
Flash Fearless,
Crash Course in Science,
FM Einheit,
Tomorrow,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Flesh Eaters,
Terrestrial Tones,
Albert Ayler,
Desert Stars,
Todd Terry,
The Motions,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Golliwogs,
Darondo,
Youth Brigade,
Soul Sonic Force,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Stereo Dub,
Wasted Youth,
Duran Duran,
Magma,
The Beau Brummels,
The Cure,
K-Klass,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Remains,
Masters at Work,
Howard Jones,
Suburban Knight,
Colin Newman,
Drexciya,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Minor Threat,
A Certain Ratio,
John Holt,
Rakim,
The Durutti Column,
Patti Smith,
Buzzcocks,
The Smoke,
Isaac Hayes,
The Martian,
Con Funk Shun,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd.
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.