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 Yemen and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 Scott Walker to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Can. All the underground hits.
All Niagra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DNA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar 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 harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warren Ellis,
Ponytail,
The Seeds,
Chris Corsano,
Radiohead,
The Alarm Clocks,
Spoonie Gee,
Technova,
Althea and Donna,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Skatalites,
Slave,
The Evens,
Adolescents,
Drive Like Jehu,
Oblivians,
Archie Shepp,
H. Thieme,
Boz Scaggs,
Dark Day,
The Techniques,
Bad Manners,
The Moody Blues,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Kerrie Biddell,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Pantytec,
MDC,
The Dirtbombs,
Urselle,
Little Man,
Lou Reed,
Tomorrow,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bobby Womack,
Monks,
Judy Mowatt,
Flash Fearless,
OOIOO,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Smoke,
Mantronix,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Subhumans,
Khruangbin,
Country Teasers,
Grey Daturas,
Japan,
The Walker Brothers,
the Normal,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Black Dice,
Suburban Knight,
Audionom,
Slick Rick,
Marcia Griffiths,
Pulsallama,
The Pop Group,
Marine Girls,
Ornette Coleman,
Terrestrial Tones,
This Heat, This Heat, This Heat, This Heat.
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.