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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Carl Craig to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Bluetip. All the underground hits.
All Aural Exciters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yazoo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Scott Walker,
CMW,
Public Enemy,
The Modern Lovers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Fat Boys,
Country Joe & The Fish,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Terry Callier,
Pere Ubu,
Fluxion,
Wasted Youth,
Tears for Fears,
Barbara Tucker,
Man Parrish,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Five Americans,
Radio Birdman,
Skaos,
Sonny Sharrock,
Brothers Johnson,
Black Bananas,
Fatback Band,
The Knickerbockers,
Pagans,
Freddie Wadling,
the Slits,
OOIOO,
Joy Division,
Junior Murvin,
Adolescents,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Subhumans,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Alphaville,
Quadrant,
Groovy Waters,
New Order,
Faraquet,
Gregory Isaacs,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Mark Hollis,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Robert Görl,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gang Green,
Schoolly D,
Moby Grape,
Blossom Toes,
Agitation Free,
Ituana,
Cameo,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Martian,
Soft Machine,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Jeff Mills,
Michelle Simonal,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ultra Naté,
The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department.
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.