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 Togo and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Soul Sonic Force to the funk 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 F. McDonald. All the underground hits.
All Black Sheep tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moss Icon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 marimba and a guitar 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 snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gladiators,
The J.B.'s,
Eli Mardock,
Siglo XX,
Sex Pistols,
The Seeds,
Bobby Byrd,
Nils Olav,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Cowsills,
Cecil Taylor,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Underground Resistance,
Lalann,
Intrusion,
Blake Baxter,
Jacques Brel,
Yazoo,
Unwound,
Popol Vuh,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Whodini,
The Neon Judgement,
Excepter,
Fat Boys,
Jeff Lynne,
Darondo,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Drexciya,
Interpol,
The Smoke,
Sister Nancy,
Archie Shepp,
Bill Near,
F. McDonald,
The Toasters,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
John Cale,
Urselle,
Pussy Galore,
Robert Wyatt,
Amazonics,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Real Kids,
Sound Behaviour,
Audionom,
Heaven 17,
Steve Hackett,
Sun Ra,
Don Cherry,
Neil Young,
The Saints,
Smog,
Crooked Eye,
Second Layer,
Alton Ellis,
Nick Fraelich,
Essential Logic,
The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set.
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.