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 Peru and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 8 Eyed Spy to the grime 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 Barrington Levy. All the underground hits.
All K-Klass tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Supertramp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum 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))),
Simply Red,
Lee Hazlewood,
the Association,
Scan 7,
Desert Stars,
Basic Channel,
Circle Jerks,
The Residents,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Average White Band,
Black Pus,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Eric Copeland,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Black Sheep,
Sparks,
Stereo Dub,
Johnny Osbourne,
Crispian St. Peters,
Cheater Slicks,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Big Daddy Kane,
Scion,
Gang Green,
Maurizio,
Bob Dylan,
The Slits,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
LL Cool J,
Siglo XX,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Grey Daturas,
Ronan,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Underground Resistance,
Danielle Patucci,
Aloha Tigers,
Warren Ellis,
Rhythm & Sound,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Moby Grape,
The Red Krayola,
Moss Icon,
Surgeon,
John Holt,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Invisible,
Pantytec,
Malaria!,
Unrelated Segments,
John Lydon,
Young Marble Giants,
Can,
The Count Five,
Magazine,
Peter & Gordon,
The Grass Roots,
Sonic Youth,
MC5,
The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues.
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.