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 Vanuatu and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 In Retrospect to the techno 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 Con Funk Shun. All the underground hits.
All Mo-Dettes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxy Music 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare 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 oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Zapp,
Desert Stars,
Radiohead,
Marvin Gaye,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
R.M.O.,
Kool Moe Dee,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Selecter,
Zero Boys,
The Mummies,
T.S.O.L.,
Cybotron,
The Busters,
Harry Pussy,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sound Behaviour,
L. Decosne,
New York Dolls,
Sarah Menescal,
Livin' Joy,
Alice Coltrane,
DNA,
Japan,
Pantaleimon,
Eurythmics,
The Mojo Men,
Joey Negro,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Clear Light,
Roxette,
The Modern Lovers,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Reagan Youth,
Terrestrial Tones,
These Immortal Souls,
Peter & Gordon,
Jeru the Damaja,
Das Ding,
The Real Kids,
Interpol,
The Star Department,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
a-ha,
Index,
Visage,
Young Marble Giants,
John Holt,
Slick Rick,
Aaron Thompson,
Y Pants,
Saccharine Trust,
Electric Prunes,
DJ Style,
Deakin,
Pierre Henry,
Absolute Body Control,
Quadrant,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Minor Threat,
Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine.
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.