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 Kenya and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the theremin 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 Sarah Menescal to the grunge 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 Royal Family And The Poor. All the underground hits.
All Jacques Brel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hasil Adkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soulsonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Funkadelic,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Zapp,
X-101,
Cameo,
a-ha,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Modern Lovers,
Section 25,
Aswad,
Gerry Rafferty,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Traffic Nightmare,
Nation of Ulysses,
Kenny Larkin,
Schoolly D,
Liliput,
Bootsy Collins,
Eli Mardock,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Black Pus,
A Certain Ratio,
Mantronix,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Quantec,
Simply Red,
The Flesh Eaters,
Y Pants,
The Young Rascals,
Sixth Finger,
The Evens,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Newcleus,
The Cramps,
Deadbeat,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Curtis Mayfield,
Kaleidoscope,
The Martian,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Rekid,
Sound Behaviour,
Erasure,
Warren Ellis,
Flash Fearless,
Pantytec,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Fugs,
The United States of America,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gang Starr,
Youth Brigade,
U.S. Maple,
Robert Hood,
Nils Olav,
Derrick Morgan,
Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland.
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.