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 Bhutan and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five to the techno 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 Television. All the underground hits.
All Severed Heads tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Bourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar 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 güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Little Man,
Duran Duran,
Stetsasonic,
The Electric Prunes,
Davy DMX,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Scan 7,
Sound Behaviour,
Pulsallama,
Brand Nubian,
Sixth Finger,
Subhumans,
Johnny Osbourne,
Heaven 17,
Man Parrish,
Rod Modell,
John Foxx,
EPMD,
Moebius,
Nils Olav,
Bush Tetras,
The Stooges,
Brick,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lakeside,
Sex Pistols,
The Monochrome Set,
MC5,
The Searchers,
Gabor Szabo,
Bluetip,
B.T. Express,
Procol Harum,
The Fall,
Drexciya,
48th St. Collective,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Fluxion,
The Blues Magoos,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Black Dice,
Section 25,
Panda Bear,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Brass Construction,
Sight & Sound,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kool Moe Dee,
Parry Music,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bobby Byrd,
Ice-T,
Depeche Mode,
Sun City Girls,
Harry Pussy,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Grandmaster Flash,
New Age Steppers,
Shoche,
Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis.
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.