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 Uruguay and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in 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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and New York.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Procol Harum to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.
All Crime tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minnie Riperton 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord 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 oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Porter Ricks,
Marmalade,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Youth Brigade,
Alphaville,
Roxy Music,
B.T. Express,
Aswad,
The Offenders,
Alton Ellis,
Donald Byrd,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
the Soft Cell,
The Slackers,
Schoolly D,
The Dave Clark Five,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Jeff Lynne,
ABC,
Morten Harket,
Das Ding,
Robert Hood,
Sällskapet,
New Age Steppers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Smiths,
Dark Day,
Dave Gahan,
Maurizio,
Rufus Thomas,
Desert Stars,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Urselle,
Stiv Bators,
The Star Department,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Todd Rundgren,
Eve St. Jones,
Oblivians,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Icehouse,
Buzzcocks,
John Lydon,
Crime,
Joensuu 1685,
Panda Bear,
ABBA,
Harry Pussy,
Isaac Hayes,
The Move,
Joy Division,
The Cowsills,
Mad Mike,
The Last Poets,
The Dead C,
Fat Boys,
The Busters,
Mary Jane Girls,
Pulsallama,
Boz Scaggs,
Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell.
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.