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 Gambia and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in 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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Fela Kuti to the grime 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 Sight & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Young Marble Giants 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes 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 snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skriet,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Slits,
Yaz,
Boredoms,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Country Teasers,
48th St. Collective,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Rhythm & Sound,
Rites of Spring,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Angels of Light,
Deakin,
Underground Resistance,
Gregory Isaacs,
Flash Fearless,
Sun City Girls,
Das Ding,
Minutemen,
Junior Murvin,
The Music Machine,
Iggy Pop,
Bizarre Inc.,
Mary Jane Girls,
Alphaville,
Circle Jerks,
Alton Ellis,
Mission of Burma,
Sonic Youth,
the Bar-Kays,
Lucky Dragons,
Sixth Finger,
New York Dolls,
Charles Mingus,
Yellowson,
Pantaleimon,
The Golliwogs,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Buzzcocks,
Magazine,
The Gun Club,
Black Moon,
the Normal,
Cal Tjader,
Rapeman,
Tubeway Army,
Letta Mbulu,
Massinfluence,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ken Boothe,
Nico,
Jerry's Kids,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Dual Sessions,
Hoover,
The Smiths,
David McCallum,
Ponytail,
Dave Gahan,
Unwound, Unwound, Unwound, Unwound.
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.