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 Mauritania and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 Glasgow and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Leonard Cohen to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Excepter. All the underground hits.
All FM Einheit tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet 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 linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlback,
Joe Smooth,
Electric Prunes,
Lindisfarne,
Albert Ayler,
Soulsonic Force,
Kaleidoscope,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Crash Course in Science,
Marmalade,
the Normal,
The Sound,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Fat Boys,
The Pretty Things,
Angry Samoans,
Massinfluence,
Lakeside,
Skaos,
Bobby Byrd,
Heaven 17,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Angels of Light,
Dennis Brown,
Con Funk Shun,
A Certain Ratio,
Audionom,
T.S.O.L.,
Rekid,
The Invisible,
Robert Hood,
Prince Buster,
Das Ding,
Wally Richardson,
Amazonics,
Bad Manners,
The Moleskins,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Agent Orange,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Sonics,
The United States of America,
The Five Americans,
The New Christs,
Ten City,
The Black Dice,
Q and Not U,
Swans,
James White and The Blacks,
ABBA,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Scratch Acid,
Ice-T,
OOIOO,
The Remains,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Tremeloes,
The Gun Club,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Victims,
The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans.
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.