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 Suriname and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Skarface to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 DeepChord presents Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Modern Lovers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ 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 mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harry Pussy,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Animal Collective,
James White and The Blacks,
Buzzcocks,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Erasure,
Von Mondo,
Second Layer,
Malaria!,
Ronan,
Deakin,
Talk Talk,
Scion,
Popol Vuh,
Man Parrish,
Y Pants,
Eden Ahbez,
Moby Grape,
cv313,
Bob Dylan,
The Slackers,
Lyres,
Slave,
Thee Headcoats,
Average White Band,
Lakeside,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Mission of Burma,
David Axelrod,
The Doors,
David Bowie,
Nik Kershaw,
Swans,
D'Angelo,
The Barracudas,
Theoretical Girls,
Niagra,
Reuben Wilson,
Kurtis Blow,
Anakelly,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Colin Newman,
Ultimate Spinach,
Dark Day,
Quadrant,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Electric Prunes,
Liliput,
John Cale,
Pharoah Sanders,
the Slits,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Residents,
Livin' Joy,
Siglo XX,
Tommy Roe,
Wings,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers.
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.