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 Maldives and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Soft Cell to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Pole. All the underground hits.
All Chris Corsano tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin 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 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Starr,
Al Stewart,
Eddi Front,
The Red Krayola,
Delta 5,
Procol Harum,
Fatback Band,
Angry Samoans,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
H. Thieme,
Gil Scott Heron,
Hoover,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Fortunes,
The Walker Brothers,
The Smiths,
The Leaves,
Reagan Youth,
Scientists,
Eve St. Jones,
Wolf Eyes,
Donald Byrd,
The Cowsills,
Iggy Pop,
Kerrie Biddell,
Blancmange,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Fear,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Robert Görl,
The Gladiators,
Dave Gahan,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Magma,
Jesper Dahlback,
Franke,
Henry Cow,
The Grass Roots,
Crooked Eye,
Roger Hodgson,
Y Pants,
Zapp,
Rakim,
Tim Buckley,
Siglo XX,
Minnie Riperton,
China Crisis,
The Black Dice,
The Electric Prunes,
The Martian,
Bang On A Can,
Jandek,
Panda Bear,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Brand Nubian,
The Residents,
John Lydon,
Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn.
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.