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 Congo and from Halifax.
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 Mumbai and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Peter & Gordon to the rock 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 Deadbeat. All the underground hits.
All Robert Wyatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 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 marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Residents,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Zeros,
The Invisible,
Dark Day,
Jeru the Damaja,
Camouflage,
Henry Cow,
Neu!,
Silicon Teens,
Deakin,
Traffic Nightmare,
Magazine,
Fear,
Lindisfarne,
Delta 5,
Sällskapet,
Stiv Bators,
David McCallum,
Buzzcocks,
Los Fastidios,
Warsaw,
Clear Light,
PIL,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Flesh Eaters,
Pagans,
Cheater Slicks,
Man Parrish,
The Wake,
Kerrie Biddell,
Interpol,
Panda Bear,
Nirvana,
Scratch Acid,
Pharoah Sanders,
Matthew Halsall,
Alison Limerick,
Janne Schatter,
Joy Division,
Scion,
Pierre Henry,
Stereo Dub,
The Stooges,
the Slits,
Rotary Connection,
The Cramps,
Althea and Donna,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Nick Fraelich,
CMW,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Soft Machine,
Spandau Ballet,
Cameo,
Pole,
A Certain Ratio,
Sight & Sound,
The Pop Group,
Soft Cell,
Monks, Monks, Monks, Monks.
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.