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 United Kingdom and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 spring reverb 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 DJ Style to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 ABBA. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Sherman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Beasts of Bourbon,
Roxette,
Newcleus,
Jerry's Kids,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sugar Minott,
Althea and Donna,
Eddi Front,
Average White Band,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lungfish,
Joyce Sims,
Animal Collective,
Parry Music,
Wally Richardson,
The Gap Band,
Franke,
Bobby Womack,
Yaz,
Accadde A,
Adolescents,
the Sonics,
The Searchers,
Man Parrish,
Moebius,
These Immortal Souls,
Sparks,
Loose Ends,
Inner City,
Maleditus Sound,
Cecil Taylor,
Interpol,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Pole,
Thee Headcoats,
The Kinks,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Nico,
Pantaleimon,
The Young Rascals,
Yellowson,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Marcia Griffiths,
Tomorrow,
Bill Near,
New York Dolls,
The Durutti Column,
The Doors,
Heaven 17,
The Moody Blues,
Boz Scaggs,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ultimate Spinach,
Idris Muhammad,
Wings,
Supertramp,
Godley & Creme,
The Shadows of Knight,
Tommy Roe,
Scratch Acid,
Public Image Ltd.,
Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow.
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.