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 Tanzania and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Sandy B to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Mars. All the underground hits.
All Soul Sonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stetsasonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 güiro 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 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New York Dolls,
Cluster,
Section 25,
Freddie Wadling,
Infiniti,
Erykah Badu,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Shoche,
Aural Exciters,
Symarip,
Byron Stingily,
Sexual Harrassment,
James White and The Blacks,
Tommy Roe,
Oneida,
Kerri Chandler,
Bob Dylan,
Johnny Clarke,
Average White Band,
Robert Wyatt,
Bill Wells,
Goldenarms,
The New Christs,
Q65,
Mandrill,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sight & Sound,
Gang of Four,
Arab on Radar,
Tubeway Army,
Junior Murvin,
Wolf Eyes,
Crash Course in Science,
ABBA,
The Gladiators,
Swell Maps,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Skaos,
Connie Case,
Tom Boy,
Danielle Patucci,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sun Ra,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Toasters,
Donald Byrd,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lightning Bolt,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ralphi Rosario,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Icehouse,
Cheater Slicks,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kool Moe Dee,
Altered Images,
Agitation Free,
Interpol,
Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet.
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.