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 Spain and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the theremin 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 Lou Reed & John Cale to the rap 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 8 Eyed Spy. All the underground hits.
All Stetsasonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Fania All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare 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 arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nico,
Ponytail,
Scrapy,
cv313,
Jerry's Kids,
Cymande,
Nas,
The Martian,
Aaron Thompson,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bush Tetras,
Technova,
Joey Negro,
The Black Dice,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gong,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Yellowson,
The Slackers,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Con Funk Shun,
Flipper,
Todd Rundgren,
World's Most,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Joe Finger,
Laurel Aitken,
Deepchord,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Tommy Roe,
Mantronix,
Ohio Players,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Andrew Hill,
Eve St. Jones,
Roger Hodgson,
Jeff Lynne,
Q and Not U,
Funky Four + One,
T. Rex,
Panda Bear,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bill Wells,
Excepter,
Pierre Henry,
Visage,
Gil Scott Heron,
Erasure,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gang Green,
Eric Dolphy,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Make Up,
Young Marble Giants,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lyres,
Sun Ra,
Peter & Gordon,
The Stooges,
Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown.
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.