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 South Africa and from Manila.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the marimba 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 Panda Bear 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 Gil Scott Heron. All the underground hits.
All These Immortal Souls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Isaac Hayes 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul Sonic Force,
New Order,
Eric B and Rakim,
Wolf Eyes,
Slave,
Yaz,
Shuggie Otis,
Echospace,
Eve St. Jones,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Spoonie Gee,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
ABBA,
Bobby Womack,
the Soft Cell,
The Alarm Clocks,
DNA,
Hasil Adkins,
The Music Machine,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Davy DMX,
Wire,
The Motions,
Faraquet,
The Slits,
Scott Walker,
Ten City,
Au Pairs,
Quando Quango,
Grandmaster Flash,
Aaron Thompson,
Infiniti,
Soul II Soul,
Mission of Burma,
Dawn Penn,
Cameo,
Rekid,
Bobby Byrd,
Roger Hodgson,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Soulsonic Force,
Swans,
Marc Almond,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Average White Band,
F. McDonald,
Wings,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Moss Icon,
Tears for Fears,
Make Up,
Sonny Sharrock,
Pulsallama,
La Düsseldorf,
Youth Brigade,
Amon Düül II,
John Lydon,
Chris & Cosey,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear.
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.