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 Ghana and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 güiro 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 Panda Bear to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Blues Magoos. All the underground hits.
All Roxy Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donny Hathaway 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Panda Bear,
Dawn Penn,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Buzzcocks,
Tears for Fears,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Anakelly,
Bobby Womack,
Malaria!,
Maleditus Sound,
Drive Like Jehu,
Connie Case,
The Doors,
The Fortunes,
Blancmange,
Darondo,
Davy DMX,
Simply Red,
the Slits,
Alton Ellis,
Jimmy McGriff,
Cal Tjader,
ABBA,
The Litter,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sun City Girls,
Vladislav Delay,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Zero Boys,
Grauzone,
Fugazi,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ponytail,
Pulsallama,
Gil Scott Heron,
Con Funk Shun,
D'Angelo,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sonny Sharrock,
Deadbeat,
Barclay James Harvest,
Godley & Creme,
The Shadows of Knight,
Harmonia,
Eli Mardock,
The Fugs,
Monks,
Saccharine Trust,
Theoretical Girls,
The Busters,
Thompson Twins,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Saints,
the Normal,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Fela Kuti,
Goldenarms,
Television,
Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters.
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.