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 Bolivia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 Milan and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 clarinet 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 The Dirtbombs to the grunge 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 Basic Channel. All the underground hits.
All Ultravox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every AZ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer 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 mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ituana,
Lee Hazlewood,
Popol Vuh,
Infiniti,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Kinks,
Byron Stingily,
Adolescents,
Con Funk Shun,
Dennis Brown,
Black Moon,
DJ Style,
The Residents,
Mark Hollis,
Moss Icon,
Fluxion,
Joe Smooth,
Negative Approach,
the Human League,
Radio Birdman,
The Monochrome Set,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Crime,
R.M.O.,
Cameo,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Stooges,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Altered Images,
Barclay James Harvest,
Roxy Music,
Mandrill,
The Real Kids,
Delta 5,
Skaos,
Tommy Roe,
Funkadelic,
Fatback Band,
Das Ding,
Gang Gang Dance,
Eric Copeland,
Whodini,
Vladislav Delay,
Faust,
Roxette,
Carl Craig,
Wolf Eyes,
Kayak,
Goldenarms,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Jacques Brel,
The J.B.'s,
China Crisis,
Kerrie Biddell,
Steve Hackett,
John Cale,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Radiopuhelimet,
Slave,
Banda Bassotti,
The Toasters,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.