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 Bahrain and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
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 Wings to the punk 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry. All the underground hits.
All DJ Sneak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cameo 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 a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Eric B and Rakim,
Scion,
Arab on Radar,
Josef K,
Flash Fearless,
X-101,
Niagra,
Laurel Aitken,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Nick Fraelich,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Gories,
Fad Gadget,
Quadrant,
Idris Muhammad,
Kas Product,
Soft Machine,
Crime,
Kerrie Biddell,
Albert Ayler,
Main Source,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Jandek,
EPMD,
Deadbeat,
Arthur Verocai,
Yaz,
Fat Boys,
Joy Division,
Eddi Front,
Morten Harket,
Marmalade,
Roger Hodgson,
Henry Cow,
The Sound,
Half Japanese,
Rod Modell,
The Real Kids,
The Fire Engines,
Cal Tjader,
X-Ray Spex,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Make Up,
Harry Pussy,
Saccharine Trust,
Soul Sonic Force,
Dead Boys,
Warsaw,
the Fania All-Stars,
Faraquet,
Anakelly,
The Barracudas,
Magma,
Warren Ellis,
Groovy Waters,
The Fugs,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Amon Düül,
Sun City Girls,
Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy.
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.