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 Nigeria and from Mexico City.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 These Immortal Souls to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Throbbing Gristle. All the underground hits.
All Lakeside tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kings Of Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sex Pistols,
The Evens,
Mandrill,
Lalann,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Gories,
Faust,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Joyce Sims,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Minutemen,
Motorama,
Crispy Ambulance,
Schoolly D,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lindisfarne,
Pylon,
Donald Byrd,
Lyres,
Public Enemy,
DNA,
Rekid,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sun Ra,
The Leaves,
Accadde A,
X-102,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Boz Scaggs,
Animal Collective,
The Count Five,
Fad Gadget,
The Last Poets,
Fat Boys,
Thee Headcoats,
Sound Behaviour,
Tres Demented,
Avey Tare,
Kas Product,
Amon Düül,
Smog,
Aaron Thompson,
Pagans,
The Sound,
Ultravox,
JFA,
Slick Rick,
Soul II Soul,
Echospace,
Monolake,
The Flesh Eaters,
Con Funk Shun,
Livin' Joy,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Robert Wyatt,
Frankie Knuckles,
Silicon Teens,
Model 500,
Rotary Connection,
The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible.
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.