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 Tunisia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Rites of Spring to the techno 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 Funky Four + One. All the underground hits.
All De La Soul & Jungle Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Howard Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron 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 synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sex Pistols,
the Bar-Kays,
London Community Gospel Choir,
OOIOO,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Black Dice,
Eric Copeland,
The Slits,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
MC5,
Dave Gahan,
Isaac Hayes,
Faraquet,
Qualms,
Aural Exciters,
Lebanon Hanover,
Rapeman,
Infiniti,
Barbara Tucker,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Victims,
Johnny Osbourne,
Subhumans,
Procol Harum,
The Motions,
Grauzone,
The United States of America,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Surgeon,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Walker Brothers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Nick Fraelich,
The Doors,
Loose Ends,
Skarface,
The Searchers,
Funky Four + One,
The Happenings,
Piero Umiliani,
The Techniques,
Lower 48,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Music Machine,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Fuzztones,
The Busters,
Blossom Toes,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Smiths,
Model 500,
Blake Baxter,
Electric Prunes,
UT,
Rites of Spring,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Metal Thangz,
Popol Vuh,
The Remains,
Lyres,
Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare.
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.