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 Iraq and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Mumbai.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the 808 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 Zapp to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Ash Ra Tempel. All the underground hits.
All Glambeats Corp. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every JFA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 güiro 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 organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Terry,
Rufus Thomas,
The Gories,
Godley & Creme,
Kayak,
John Lydon,
Sandy B,
Nirvana,
Quando Quango,
Kurtis Blow,
X-102,
Michelle Simonal,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
the Bar-Kays,
The Dirtbombs,
Todd Rundgren,
Matthew Halsall,
Animal Collective,
Lindisfarne,
The Dead C,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Magazine,
Sun City Girls,
Television Personalities,
The Invisible,
The Doors,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Tom Boy,
John Coltrane,
Junior Murvin,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Donny Hathaway,
Y Pants,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Davy DMX,
Echospace,
Das Ding,
The Fall,
The Flesh Eaters,
Jimmy McGriff,
Can,
Kaleidoscope,
Maurizio,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Last Poets,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Happenings,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ken Boothe,
John Holt,
Gang Green,
Barrington Levy,
Young Marble Giants,
Soul II Soul,
Smog,
L. Decosne,
Josef K,
The Leaves,
Severed Heads,
These Immortal Souls,
Half Japanese,
Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees.
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.