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 Calgary.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Litter to the grime 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 Quando Quango. All the underground hits.
All Tom Boy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monks 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ken Boothe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Accadde A,
Neu!,
Sister Nancy,
Metal Thangz,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Amon Düül II,
Parry Music,
Blake Baxter,
Suburban Knight,
The Five Americans,
Wally Richardson,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bobby Sherman,
The Divine Comedy,
The Alarm Clocks,
Frankie Knuckles,
Fela Kuti,
China Crisis,
Black Bananas,
Fluxion,
Scientists,
Lou Christie,
Gang Green,
Spandau Ballet,
Lou Reed,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Stooges,
Thee Headcoats,
Soft Cell,
Deepchord,
Erasure,
Zapp,
Mary Jane Girls,
Symarip,
Dorothy Ashby,
Cal Tjader,
The Black Dice,
Soul II Soul,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Second Layer,
Big Daddy Kane,
Slick Rick,
Minor Threat,
Kurtis Blow,
Maurizio,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
U.S. Maple,
Minutemen,
Susan Cadogan,
Radio Birdman,
Colin Newman,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Beasts of Bourbon,
DJ Style,
R.M.O.,
The Fall,
The Real Kids,
Althea and Donna,
Altered Images,
Pagans, Pagans, Pagans, Pagans.
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.