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 Dominican Republic and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Hasil Adkins to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Music Machine. All the underground hits.
All Radiohead tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Birthday Party record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Judy Mowatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ludus,
Symarip,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Television Personalities,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Outsiders,
The Cowsills,
The Dead C,
Unwound,
Rapeman,
the Normal,
The Index,
The Durutti Column,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Black Dice,
DNA,
Ohio Players,
the Soft Cell,
Jandek,
Brand Nubian,
Skriet,
The Electric Prunes,
Average White Band,
Absolute Body Control,
Don Cherry,
Guru Guru,
Camouflage,
Matthew Halsall,
Bobby Byrd,
Soulsonic Force,
The Invisible,
Marvin Gaye,
Juan Atkins,
Shuggie Otis,
Isaac Hayes,
Radiopuhelimet,
Yusef Lateef,
Altered Images,
Minnie Riperton,
Wally Richardson,
Henry Cow,
Ponytail,
The Cure,
Ultravox,
the Slits,
Black Sheep,
The Birthday Party,
The Gories,
Ronnie Foster,
Max Romeo,
Yellowson,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sandy B,
Bang On A Can,
UT,
Suburban Knight,
Maurizio,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Icehouse,
The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department.
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.