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 Sierra Leone and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Philadelphia.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the theremin 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 Kaleidoscope to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Josef K. All the underground hits.
All Marine Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pagans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar 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 synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Coltrane,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Star Department,
Loose Ends,
Intrusion,
The Beau Brummels,
Camouflage,
Leonard Cohen,
Rekid,
Graham Central Station,
Scott Walker,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Big Daddy Kane,
Kevin Saunderson,
Kool Moe Dee,
Harpers Bizarre,
B.T. Express,
U.S. Maple,
Talk Talk,
The Angels of Light,
Popol Vuh,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Cure,
Chrome,
Q and Not U,
Cecil Taylor,
The Monks,
MC5,
Erasure,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Invisible,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Pretty Things,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ponytail,
Animal Collective,
Minnie Riperton,
Organ,
The Black Dice,
Danielle Patucci,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Saccharine Trust,
Babytalk,
Stiv Bators,
Reagan Youth,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ice-T,
Gregory Isaacs,
Black Flag,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Average White Band,
The Tremeloes,
Matthew Bourne,
Spandau Ballet,
Prince Buster,
Maurizio,
Mary Jane Girls,
Soft Cell,
Lebanon Hanover,
Letta Mbulu,
Camberwell Now,
June Days, June Days, June Days, June Days.
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.