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 Swaziland and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Theoretical Girls to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Lyres. All the underground hits.
All DeepChord presents Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marine Girls 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ 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 synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gap Band,
The Standells,
Radio Birdman,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Blake Baxter,
Country Teasers,
The Searchers,
Althea and Donna,
Scratch Acid,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Quando Quango,
David McCallum,
Monks,
Toni Rubio,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Stooges,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lalo Schifrin,
ABBA,
Cybotron,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Vainqueur,
Schoolly D,
Laurel Aitken,
Saccharine Trust,
Delon & Dalcan,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Black Bananas,
Index,
Unrelated Segments,
The Litter,
Donny Hathaway,
Black Moon,
Kurtis Blow,
Aaron Thompson,
Nils Olav,
These Immortal Souls,
Radiopuhelimet,
Royal Trux,
Brand Nubian,
Smog,
Animal Collective,
Porter Ricks,
Eli Mardock,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Smoke,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Crispian St. Peters,
the Swans,
Model 500,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Wally Richardson,
Susan Cadogan,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Golliwogs,
Desert Stars,
Swell Maps,
Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield.
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.