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 Korea North and from Copenhagen.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Black Bananas to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Smiths. All the underground hits.
All Joe Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Major Organ And The Adding Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Interpol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Young Marble Giants,
Spandau Ballet,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Reagan Youth,
Rekid,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Faraquet,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Rites of Spring,
Arcadia,
Joensuu 1685,
June Days,
Mantronix,
Bad Manners,
Basic Channel,
Archie Shepp,
Bob Dylan,
Monolake,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Buckinghams,
Soft Cell,
Public Enemy,
Anthony Braxton,
The Golliwogs,
Jandek,
The Durutti Column,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Flesh Eaters,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Index,
Kenny Larkin,
Smog,
Al Stewart,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Joey Negro,
EPMD,
The Electric Prunes,
Pharoah Sanders,
Cymande,
John Cale,
Altered Images,
H. Thieme,
The Offenders,
The Leaves,
Yaz,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Laurel Aitken,
Wings,
The Monks,
kango's stein massive,
The Toasters,
Kurtis Blow,
The Mummies,
Bobby Womack,
FM Einheit,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Sonics,
Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke.
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.