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 Chad and from Milan.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Fire Engines to the rock 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 AZ. All the underground hits.
All the Normal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Clear Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sister Nancy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Drive Like Jehu,
Simply Red,
Agitation Free,
The Music Machine,
The Index,
Arcadia,
Bob Dylan,
Terry Callier,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Joy Division,
Graham Central Station,
The Misunderstood,
Max Romeo,
Electric Light Orchestra,
X-101,
the Association,
Ultimate Spinach,
Mr. Review,
Tommy Roe,
Little Man,
Piero Umiliani,
Grauzone,
Theoretical Girls,
Camberwell Now,
Todd Rundgren,
Altered Images,
Television,
The Flesh Eaters,
Chrome,
Stereo Dub,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Excepter,
Saccharine Trust,
Das Ding,
Dorothy Ashby,
Kurtis Blow,
Schoolly D,
Henry Cow,
Faust,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Swell Maps,
The Offenders,
Metal Thangz,
The Searchers,
The Gories,
Dead Boys,
Gil Scott Heron,
Archie Shepp,
The Pop Group,
Roy Ayers,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gregory Isaacs,
Pet Shop Boys,
Porter Ricks,
Franke,
the Germs,
R.M.O.,
Kerri Chandler,
Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo.
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.