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 El Salvador and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago to the funk 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 Little Man. All the underground hits.
All One Last Wish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alice Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sparks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar 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))),
The Doors,
Joensuu 1685,
The Litter,
Faust,
The Blackbyrds,
Black Bananas,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Wings,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Alice Coltrane,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Angry Samoans,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Carl Craig,
Fugazi,
The Shadows of Knight,
X-101,
The Moody Blues,
The Skatalites,
The Zeros,
The Smoke,
John Holt,
Sällskapet,
Section 25,
New Order,
The Monochrome Set,
The Sound,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ituana,
Joy Division,
Letta Mbulu,
The Leaves,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Terrestrial Tones,
Thompson Twins,
The Saints,
Niagra,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bill Wells,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Clear Light,
Frankie Knuckles,
Scrapy,
Sixth Finger,
Con Funk Shun,
Radiopuhelimet,
Warsaw,
Franke,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Seeds,
Kool Moe Dee,
Rakim,
Khruangbin,
the Slits,
World's Most,
This Heat,
The Trojans,
Pulsallama,
Country Teasers,
Lou Christie,
The Neon Judgement,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas.
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.