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 Saudi Arabia and from Seoul.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Stockholm.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Grey Daturas. All the underground hits.
All The Walker Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Image Ltd. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Panda Bear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Boogie Down Productions,
Unwound,
A Certain Ratio,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Kinks,
Q and Not U,
Terry Callier,
Magma,
Japan,
F. McDonald,
Arab on Radar,
Popol Vuh,
Slick Rick,
Yusef Lateef,
Dennis Brown,
Mars,
Newcleus,
Tropical Tobacco,
Jacques Brel,
Soulsonic Force,
Althea and Donna,
The Fortunes,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Aural Exciters,
Livin' Joy,
The Beau Brummels,
MDC,
Moebius,
The Misunderstood,
Jandek,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Zero Boys,
Qualms,
Crooked Eye,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Fugs,
Aaron Thompson,
Radiopuhelimet,
Eurythmics,
David McCallum,
David Axelrod,
Fat Boys,
Fugazi,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Theoretical Girls,
Tubeway Army,
Erasure,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Flamin' Groovies,
Young Marble Giants,
Marmalade,
Unrelated Segments,
Harpers Bizarre,
John Coltrane,
The Raincoats,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gabor Szabo,
Joensuu 1685,
The Associates,
The Gun Club,
Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu.
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.