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 Romania and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Milan.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the sitar 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 Maleditus Sound to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Angry Samoans. All the underground hits.
All Ash Ra Tempel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Organ 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin 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 clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lalann,
The Grass Roots,
Pierre Henry,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Red Krayola,
The Electric Prunes,
The Fuzztones,
Bootsy Collins,
Sound Behaviour,
Don Cherry,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ituana,
June of 44,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
the Normal,
Essential Logic,
The Five Americans,
Absolute Body Control,
Mad Mike,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Warsaw,
Carl Craig,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Real Kids,
Severed Heads,
Althea and Donna,
Blancmange,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Silicon Teens,
Khruangbin,
La Düsseldorf,
The Golliwogs,
Danielle Patucci,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Black Dice,
Magma,
8 Eyed Spy,
Joe Smooth,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Gladiators,
John Holt,
Connie Case,
Flash Fearless,
Kerri Chandler,
The Doors,
Morten Harket,
Jacques Brel,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Trojans,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
the Association,
Brass Construction,
Scott Walker,
New Order,
Faust,
The Standells,
Simply Red,
Rakim,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bauhaus,
The New Christs,
Maurizio,
Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar.
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.