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 Monaco and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Royal Trux to the dance 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 10cc. All the underground hits.
All The Trojans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pagans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Moon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Eve St. Jones,
The Evens,
The Detroit Cobras,
Swell Maps,
The Seeds,
Steve Hackett,
Donny Hathaway,
Radiopuhelimet,
Television Personalities,
Soulsonic Force,
D'Angelo,
Jeru the Damaja,
Interpol,
Shuggie Otis,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sam Rivers,
The Black Dice,
The Doors,
David McCallum,
Pierre Henry,
The Pop Group,
Wally Richardson,
Bauhaus,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Chrome,
Lyres,
The Gun Club,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gil Scott Heron,
Letta Mbulu,
Outsiders,
Deepchord,
Oneida,
Derrick Morgan,
Mission of Burma,
The Angels of Light,
Skaos,
Freddie Wadling,
Blossom Toes,
the Association,
Alphaville,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lebanon Hanover,
John Holt,
Livin' Joy,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Eurythmics,
Anthony Braxton,
DNA,
The Vogues,
Rufus Thomas,
The Velvet Underground,
Icehouse,
Amon Düül,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Black Sheep,
Warsaw,
Nils Olav,
Public Image Ltd.,
Cluster,
Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth.
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.