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 Switzerland and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 China Crisis to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Oppenheimer Analysis. All the underground hits.
All Aloha Tigers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Saints record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick May record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Thee Headcoats,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Fluxion,
Guru Guru,
Mission of Burma,
Jacques Brel,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Hardrive,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Roxy Music,
Matthew Bourne,
Robert Wyatt,
Rakim,
Mantronix,
Sam Rivers,
Eden Ahbez,
Pole,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Fortunes,
Blancmange,
Johnny Osbourne,
Oblivians,
The Sonics,
Talk Talk,
DJ Style,
ABBA,
E-Dancer,
Al Stewart,
Swell Maps,
The Alarm Clocks,
Vladislav Delay,
Harry Pussy,
The Martian,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Eric B and Rakim,
Brick,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Barclay James Harvest,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Dorothy Ashby,
Freddie Wadling,
Model 500,
Visage,
Lungfish,
Monolake,
Chris & Cosey,
Yusef Lateef,
Godley & Creme,
Basic Channel,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Barracudas,
Minny Pops,
The Durutti Column,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bauhaus,
Amon Düül,
Bob Dylan,
New Order,
the Human League,
Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick.
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.