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 Angola and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Manchester.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the linndrum 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 The Gap Band to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Mojo Men. All the underground hits.
All Main Source tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Desert Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Popol Vuh,
a-ha,
the Normal,
Ludus,
Sun Ra,
Jerry's Kids,
Loose Ends,
Duran Duran,
Surgeon,
Jimmy McGriff,
John Holt,
KRS-One,
Gang of Four,
UT,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Alison Limerick,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Curtis Mayfield,
Severed Heads,
Ultimate Spinach,
Tommy Roe,
Ten City,
Lindisfarne,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ohio Players,
Fela Kuti,
Cameo,
T. Rex,
Clear Light,
Mo-Dettes,
The Saints,
The Evens,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ossler,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ituana,
Harpers Bizarre,
Eric B and Rakim,
Rosa Yemen,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lower 48,
Darondo,
Flash Fearless,
Tres Demented,
E-Dancer,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Golliwogs,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Country Teasers,
Agitation Free,
Deadbeat,
The Real Kids,
Hasil Adkins,
Marvin Gaye,
The Blues Magoos,
Robert Görl,
Fifty Foot Hose,
8 Eyed Spy,
Jacob Miller,
Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms.
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.