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 Jamaica and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Al Stewart to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Smiths. All the underground hits.
All Glambeats Corp. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Christie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Section 25,
Basic Channel,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sex Pistols,
Big Daddy Kane,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
D'Angelo,
L. Decosne,
Gil Scott Heron,
China Crisis,
Massinfluence,
Oblivians,
Lalo Schifrin,
Eric Copeland,
F. McDonald,
Barrington Levy,
Godley & Creme,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Newcleus,
Nico,
Janne Schatter,
David Bowie,
Arab on Radar,
Youth Brigade,
Gichy Dan,
Inner City,
Hasil Adkins,
Kaleidoscope,
The Moody Blues,
Tomorrow,
Easy Going,
Jeff Mills,
Heaven 17,
Severed Heads,
Television,
Urselle,
B.T. Express,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Warren Ellis,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Leaves,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Spandau Ballet,
The J.B.'s,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Selecter,
Scientists,
Schoolly D,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Boogie Down Productions,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Cowsills,
Popol Vuh,
Marine Girls,
the Soft Cell,
These Immortal Souls,
The Slackers,
Marvin Gaye,
Bush Tetras,
Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music.
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.