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 New Zealand and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Magma to the techno 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 Traffic Nightmare. All the underground hits.
All kango's stein massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Offenders 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe 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 chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott Heron,
The Count Five,
The Moody Blues,
ABBA,
Bobby Womack,
Darondo,
the Swans,
Connie Case,
Malaria!,
Arcadia,
Deakin,
Eli Mardock,
Sällskapet,
Youth Brigade,
Morten Harket,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
David McCallum,
Urselle,
Carl Craig,
Buzzcocks,
The Black Dice,
OOIOO,
Radiohead,
Alphaville,
Junior Murvin,
Motorama,
Dave Gahan,
JFA,
Cameo,
Barbara Tucker,
Boz Scaggs,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Peter and Kerry,
Flipper,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Letta Mbulu,
Man Parrish,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Amazonics,
The Blackbyrds,
Crooked Eye,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bad Manners,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Howard Jones,
Panda Bear,
Qualms,
Pierre Henry,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Siglo XX,
The Searchers,
Vainqueur,
Animal Collective,
The Tremeloes,
Rakim,
Agent Orange,
Stetsasonic,
The Skatalites,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Heaven 17,
Infiniti,
The Cure,
the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars.
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.