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 Austria and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 Glasgow and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Brothers Johnson to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Wings. All the underground hits.
All Quantec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Beasts of Bourbon 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator 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 marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Banda Bassotti,
Von Mondo,
Don Cherry,
MDC,
The Golliwogs,
Rites of Spring,
Yaz,
Sound Behaviour,
The Trojans,
The Grass Roots,
Gichy Dan,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Graham Central Station,
Blossom Toes,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Doobie Brothers,
Los Fastidios,
The Gap Band,
Kurtis Blow,
Yellowson,
Davy DMX,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lindisfarne,
Neil Young,
The Sonics,
Technova,
Avey Tare,
The Beau Brummels,
Carl Craig,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Names,
Juan Atkins,
Erasure,
Flamin' Groovies,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Harmonia,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Depeche Mode,
Sun City Girls,
Mary Jane Girls,
The New Christs,
John Cale,
Tropical Tobacco,
Black Sheep,
Cecil Taylor,
Pulsallama,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Angels of Light,
R.M.O.,
Minor Threat,
John Foxx,
The Stooges,
The Smoke,
Amon Düül,
Wings,
Ken Boothe,
The Human League,
Pharoah Sanders,
Dead Boys,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners.
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.