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 Belarus and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Bauhaus to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Mark Hollis. All the underground hits.
All Symarip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mandrill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Easy Going record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
LL Cool J,
48th St. Collective,
Flipper,
Severed Heads,
Tomorrow,
Barrington Levy,
Nas,
The Happenings,
The Motions,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Monks,
Pharoah Sanders,
Eve St. Jones,
Isaac Hayes,
Sex Pistols,
Spandau Ballet,
Adolescents,
X-Ray Spex,
Loose Ends,
Reagan Youth,
Rod Modell,
Massinfluence,
Negative Approach,
DJ Sneak,
Ludus,
The Evens,
Rotary Connection,
The American Breed,
Minor Threat,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Charles Mingus,
Ice-T,
Yaz,
Kenny Larkin,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bootsy Collins,
Lucky Dragons,
Arab on Radar,
Blancmange,
Zero Boys,
Soft Machine,
The Blackbyrds,
The Barracudas,
Gabor Szabo,
Maurizio,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Rosa Yemen,
Monks,
Gang Gang Dance,
Barclay James Harvest,
Clear Light,
Carl Craig,
Outsiders,
Nation of Ulysses,
Little Man,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Alton Ellis,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Darondo, Darondo, Darondo, Darondo.
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.