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 Oman and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Dave Gahan to the jazz 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 Sad Lovers and Giants. All the underground hits.
All The Black Dice tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slave record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Animal Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Invisible,
Echospace,
Country Teasers,
Roxy Music,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
MC5,
Ponytail,
Theoretical Girls,
Metal Thangz,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Blossom Toes,
Television Personalities,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Stereo Dub,
The Young Rascals,
Lungfish,
The Doobie Brothers,
Fela Kuti,
Magma,
Sixth Finger,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Skatalites,
Schoolly D,
Ralphi Rosario,
Visage,
Michelle Simonal,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Morten Harket,
Peter and Kerry,
Soul II Soul,
Rufus Thomas,
Cal Tjader,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Martian,
Maurizio,
Icehouse,
JFA,
Urselle,
Sun Ra,
Rites of Spring,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Funky Four + One,
Popol Vuh,
The Monks,
The Human League,
Lindisfarne,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Grandmaster Flash,
John Coltrane,
Avey Tare,
Underground Resistance,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Trojans,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gregory Isaacs,
Eurythmics,
T.S.O.L.,
Kerri Chandler,
Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols.
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.