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 Belize and from Cairo.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Philadelphia.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the oboe 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 The Grass Roots to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Harpers Bizarre. All the underground hits.
All Goldenarms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lungfish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 sitar and a snare 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 theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bob Dylan,
The Detroit Cobras,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Royal Trux,
Outsiders,
The Index,
Hashim,
Roy Ayers,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Eden Ahbez,
Massinfluence,
The Durutti Column,
Mantronix,
Crime,
DJ Sneak,
Goldenarms,
Kayak,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lakeside,
Funky Four + One,
LL Cool J,
the Sonics,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bronski Beat,
Jimmy McGriff,
Leonard Cohen,
Spandau Ballet,
The Smiths,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Nico,
World's Most,
Youth Brigade,
KRS-One,
Sun Ra,
Laurel Aitken,
The Move,
The Invisible,
Archie Shepp,
The Victims,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Simply Red,
Pharoah Sanders,
Eurythmics,
Mark Hollis,
Smog,
Anakelly,
K-Klass,
Cameo,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Morten Harket,
Lindisfarne,
The Happenings,
Shuggie Otis,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Cal Tjader,
James White and The Blacks,
Sparks,
June Days,
The Monks, The Monks, The Monks, The 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.