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 Denmark and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 mellotron 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 The Gap Band to the funk 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme. All the underground hits.
All Archie Shepp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sisters of Mercy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marmalade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Fear,
The Walker Brothers,
New Order,
These Immortal Souls,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Yaz,
The Real Kids,
The Moody Blues,
Adolescents,
Soulsonic Force,
Sly & The Family Stone,
the Slits,
Camberwell Now,
Urselle,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Boogie Down Productions,
Altered Images,
Andrew Hill,
John Lydon,
a-ha,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bluetip,
The Smoke,
The Monochrome Set,
Eurythmics,
Tears for Fears,
The Divine Comedy,
Marine Girls,
T.S.O.L.,
Yazoo,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Angry Samoans,
Michelle Simonal,
Roger Hodgson,
Derrick May,
Dave Gahan,
Spoonie Gee,
Tom Boy,
Slave,
The Fuzztones,
Massinfluence,
Magma,
FM Einheit,
Siglo XX,
Patti Smith,
The Move,
Brand Nubian,
Steve Hackett,
Dark Day,
The Gories,
UT,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Cowsills,
David McCallum,
The Golliwogs,
The New Christs,
The Doobie Brothers,
Wasted Youth,
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound.
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.