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 Philippines and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Ultra Naté to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe 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 güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
B.T. Express,
Average White Band,
Anakelly,
Delta 5,
Sight & Sound,
The Martian,
Yusef Lateef,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Monks,
Wings,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Human League,
Sixth Finger,
Y Pants,
Can,
Bronski Beat,
The New Christs,
The Angels of Light,
8 Eyed Spy,
Infiniti,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Raincoats,
Matthew Bourne,
Junior Murvin,
The Walker Brothers,
Depeche Mode,
Ten City,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
FM Einheit,
James White and The Blacks,
T. Rex,
The Fall,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gil Scott Heron,
Intrusion,
Little Man,
Kurtis Blow,
Altered Images,
Bob Dylan,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Nas,
Tomorrow,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Birthday Party,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Black Flag,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Flash Fearless,
Soul II Soul,
Roxette,
Camouflage,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Fugs,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Wally Richardson,
The American Breed,
The Litter,
Nico,
EPMD, EPMD, EPMD, EPMD.
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.