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 Poland and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the snare 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 Vladislav Delay to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 FM Einheit. All the underground hits.
All Bad Manners tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Laurel Aitken 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cabaret Voltaire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
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 Fall,
Camberwell Now,
Wire,
Excepter,
Motorama,
Rakim,
Ice-T,
Tim Buckley,
Bobby Sherman,
10cc,
The Knickerbockers,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Erykah Badu,
Anthony Braxton,
Matthew Halsall,
Terrestrial Tones,
Magazine,
Kaleidoscope,
John Lydon,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Unwound,
L. Decosne,
Prince Buster,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Cluster,
The Names,
X-102,
Soft Machine,
Rhythm & Sound,
Flipper,
Absolute Body Control,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Alphaville,
Fela Kuti,
Deepchord,
Quadrant,
Lalo Schifrin,
Cecil Taylor,
Ituana,
Basic Channel,
Sandy B,
Arcadia,
Mad Mike,
Wolf Eyes,
Rotary Connection,
The Techniques,
Magma,
Outsiders,
Man Eating Sloth,
Tommy Roe,
The Pop Group,
Minutemen,
Nils Olav,
Metal Thangz,
Albert Ayler,
The Cramps,
Franke,
Faust,
Theoretical Girls,
World's Most, World's Most, World's Most, World's Most.
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.