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 Equatorial Guinea and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Sam Rivers to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Gang Green. All the underground hits.
All Sixth Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pussy Galore 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barry Ungar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Patti Smith,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Minor Threat,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
World's Most,
The Wake,
Stetsasonic,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Make Up,
The Last Poets,
Nils Olav,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Malaria!,
Alton Ellis,
The Kinks,
The Detroit Cobras,
Dark Day,
AZ,
The Blackbyrds,
Sällskapet,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bang On A Can,
Visage,
Half Japanese,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ten City,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Divine Comedy,
Minnie Riperton,
LL Cool J,
K-Klass,
Heaven 17,
Interpol,
The Walker Brothers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Cybotron,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Wire,
La Düsseldorf,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Grey Daturas,
Underground Resistance,
Skaos,
Jawbox,
U.S. Maple,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Inner City,
Massinfluence,
Hoover,
ABBA,
Pylon,
Soul Sonic Force,
These Immortal Souls,
Derrick May,
Drexciya,
The Moody Blues,
Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville.
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.