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 Indonesia and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Janne Schatter to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Agent Orange. All the underground hits.
All The Techniques tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angels of Light & Akron/Family record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ 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))),
PIL,
Harmonia,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Excepter,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sexual Harrassment,
Funky Four + One,
The Count Five,
New York Dolls,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gang Green,
Arcadia,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Saccharine Trust,
The Gories,
The Fall,
The Tremeloes,
The Zeros,
the Association,
The Saints,
Alice Coltrane,
Anakelly,
The Standells,
Isaac Hayes,
Josef K,
Sugar Minott,
Oneida,
Heaven 17,
Gang of Four,
Outsiders,
The Vogues,
Yazoo,
Thee Headcoats,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ralphi Rosario,
Cecil Taylor,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Danielle Patucci,
The Happenings,
New Order,
Little Man,
Eve St. Jones,
Radio Birdman,
The Skatalites,
Marine Girls,
Alphaville,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Quadrant,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Knickerbockers,
Prince Buster,
John Cale,
Kaleidoscope,
The Neon Judgement,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Television,
Barrington Levy,
Slave,
Pole, Pole, Pole, Pole.
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.