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 Bahamas and from Shanghai.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the oboe 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 Duran Duran to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Stiv Bators. All the underground hits.
All Archie Shepp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Excepter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skriet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord 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))),
Tommy Roe,
Youth Brigade,
CMW,
Yusef Lateef,
Cluster,
Q and Not U,
Moebius,
Little Man,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Subhumans,
The Litter,
a-ha,
Metal Thangz,
Faraquet,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Fortunes,
Sex Pistols,
Siglo XX,
Rosa Yemen,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Dawn Penn,
Schoolly D,
Camberwell Now,
Brothers Johnson,
Chrome,
Fatback Band,
Clear Light,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ten City,
the Human League,
Pantaleimon,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sonic Youth,
The Selecter,
Accadde A,
Au Pairs,
David Bowie,
Alison Limerick,
Lalann,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Swell Maps,
Glenn Branca,
Pierre Henry,
Eric Copeland,
Big Daddy Kane,
The New Christs,
Hasil Adkins,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Y Pants,
The Modern Lovers,
Nirvana,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Howard Jones,
Skaos,
Sällskapet,
Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike.
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.