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 Swaziland and from Cairo.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 sitar 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 Zapp to the jazz 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 The Moody Blues. All the underground hits.
All Khruangbin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Silicon Teens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 mellotron and a guitar 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 organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Intrusion,
Barclay James Harvest,
Robert Hood,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Rites of Spring,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Fire Engines,
Lindisfarne,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Mojo Men,
Massinfluence,
Eli Mardock,
Alton Ellis,
Tears for Fears,
Lou Christie,
The Gap Band,
Throbbing Gristle,
DJ Style,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Rod Modell,
Underground Resistance,
Rosa Yemen,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Donny Hathaway,
The Red Krayola,
Masters at Work,
Lakeside,
The Motions,
The Offenders,
Surgeon,
Kerrie Biddell,
Yusef Lateef,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Chris Corsano,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Absolute Body Control,
La Düsseldorf,
Barry Ungar,
Eric Dolphy,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Piero Umiliani,
Magazine,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gang Gang Dance,
Marcia Griffiths,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Sonics,
Grey Daturas,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Black Bananas,
The Real Kids,
Flamin' Groovies,
Nico,
Al Stewart,
David Bowie,
Little Man,
Funkadelic,
Faust,
The Raincoats,
Ultimate Spinach,
Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective.
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.