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 Georgia and from Delhi.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Cecil Taylor to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Shoche. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spandau Ballet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Malaria! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Saccharine Trust,
World's Most,
Al Stewart,
Boz Scaggs,
Scion,
Nik Kershaw,
Make Up,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Rapeman,
Bang On A Can,
Tubeway Army,
Dave Gahan,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Chris & Cosey,
Funky Four + One,
Procol Harum,
The Saints,
Los Fastidios,
Barclay James Harvest,
Marcia Griffiths,
Nation of Ulysses,
Harmonia,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ice-T,
Laurel Aitken,
The Wake,
kango's stein massive,
Stiv Bators,
Cheater Slicks,
The Misunderstood,
Leonard Cohen,
Ohio Players,
Ash Ra Tempel,
JFA,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Guru Guru,
Sight & Sound,
The Doobie Brothers,
Dawn Penn,
Frankie Knuckles,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Silicon Teens,
The Walker Brothers,
FM Einheit,
Motorama,
Faraquet,
Gang Gang Dance,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bauhaus,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Names,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Icehouse,
Shuggie Otis,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Donny Hathaway,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ultra Naté,
John Holt,
The Seeds,
Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band.
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.