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 Togo and from Seoul.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lille.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Swell Maps to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Fela Kuti. All the underground hits.
All Byron Stingily tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Black Dice record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wolf Eyes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar 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,
Lucky Dragons,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Black Bananas,
Drive Like Jehu,
Max Romeo,
The Pretty Things,
Ponytail,
Matthew Bourne,
Joyce Sims,
Johnny Osbourne,
Mo-Dettes,
Donny Hathaway,
Magma,
Boz Scaggs,
The Wake,
Charles Mingus,
Saccharine Trust,
Subhumans,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Zeros,
CMW,
Funky Four + One,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sparks,
Livin' Joy,
The Selecter,
Colin Newman,
Terry Callier,
Crispy Ambulance,
Talk Talk,
Jandek,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Moody Blues,
The Move,
Wally Richardson,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Cowsills,
Jawbox,
Tears for Fears,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Human League,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Babytalk,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sandy B,
Royal Trux,
The J.B.'s,
Soulsonic Force,
John Coltrane,
Eve St. Jones,
The Gun Club,
Grandmaster Flash,
Schoolly D,
Amazonics,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Standells,
Man Parrish,
Warren Ellis,
Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin.
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.