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 Syria and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Model 500 to the grime 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 The Red Krayola. All the underground hits.
All Barry Ungar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-101 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tim Buckley record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bad Manners,
Malaria!,
Oneida,
Schoolly D,
The Residents,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Warsaw,
Ituana,
Juan Atkins,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Agent Orange,
Unwound,
Terrestrial Tones,
Todd Rundgren,
Ponytail,
the Association,
Arcadia,
The Busters,
Cymande,
The Moleskins,
Deadbeat,
Minutemen,
The Cramps,
the Soft Cell,
Smog,
The Remains,
Dead Boys,
Q and Not U,
Sun City Girls,
The Mojo Men,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Soulsonic Force,
Essential Logic,
Gong,
Moby Grape,
Pole,
Cybotron,
The Gap Band,
Y Pants,
Black Moon,
The Invisible,
Duran Duran,
Marmalade,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Eric Copeland,
The Star Department,
Clear Light,
Accadde A,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Nils Olav,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Zero Boys,
Bobby Byrd,
David Axelrod,
Andrew Hill,
Massinfluence,
8 Eyed Spy,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters.
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.