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 Kyrgyzstan and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Ohio Players to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Terry Callier. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lindisfarne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
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 Smoke,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Black Dice,
Juan Atkins,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Chris Corsano,
The Gories,
The Smiths,
Brand Nubian,
Nik Kershaw,
The Shadows of Knight,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Hot Snakes,
Ken Boothe,
Ossler,
The Pretty Things,
The Stooges,
Q and Not U,
Trumans Water,
Tres Demented,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Amazonics,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Mantronix,
Terry Callier,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Henry Cow,
Ice-T,
Peter and Kerry,
Glambeats Corp.,
Kerri Chandler,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Scientists,
Newcleus,
Pagans,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bad Manners,
Symarip,
Mark Hollis,
PIL,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Wasted Youth,
The Gladiators,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Blancmange,
The Monks,
E-Dancer,
Saccharine Trust,
Fatback Band,
Essential Logic,
Television Personalities,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gichy Dan,
Dark Day,
Metal Thangz,
Circle Jerks,
Boz Scaggs,
Main Source, Main Source, Main Source, Main Source.
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.