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 Kyrgyzstan and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Gladiators to the rock 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 Adolescents. All the underground hits.
All Tim Buckley tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 harpsichord and a chamberlin 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 sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mighty Diamonds,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Hashim,
T. Rex,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gang Starr,
Icehouse,
Bob Dylan,
F. McDonald,
Darondo,
Oneida,
The Electric Prunes,
Deakin,
Graham Central Station,
Scott Walker,
Masters at Work,
Livin' Joy,
Ultra Naté,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Dorothy Ashby,
Drive Like Jehu,
Juan Atkins,
Maleditus Sound,
Mo-Dettes,
Maurizio,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bauhaus,
Flipper,
Joyce Sims,
Fela Kuti,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Byron Stingily,
Crime,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Das Ding,
Erykah Badu,
Fatback Band,
Porter Ricks,
The Barracudas,
Amon Düül II,
Danielle Patucci,
This Heat,
Gerry Rafferty,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Cymande,
Circle Jerks,
Banda Bassotti,
Roxy Music,
Isaac Hayes,
Duran Duran,
Visage,
Swell Maps,
Minor Threat,
Mars,
Pantytec,
Letta Mbulu,
Soft Cell,
Brick,
The Real Kids,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Last Poets,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers.
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.