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 Barbados and from Seoul.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 linndrum 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 Bauhaus to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Cowsills. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anakelly record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum 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 synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Heaven 17,
Pylon,
Pantytec,
The Saints,
Donny Hathaway,
The Monks,
Procol Harum,
Arcadia,
LL Cool J,
Von Mondo,
Suicide,
Oblivians,
Joy Division,
Bush Tetras,
John Lydon,
Excepter,
Sex Pistols,
Warren Ellis,
Rufus Thomas,
The Names,
Aaron Thompson,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Smiths,
Lalann,
Alton Ellis,
Icehouse,
Mars,
The Blackbyrds,
Camberwell Now,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ornette Coleman,
David McCallum,
Brothers Johnson,
Gang of Four,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Dead C,
Average White Band,
Drexciya,
Lou Reed,
Skarface,
James White and The Blacks,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Erasure,
Crash Course in Science,
Public Image Ltd.,
Kerrie Biddell,
Severed Heads,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Symarip,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lakeside,
The Litter,
Quadrant,
The Star Department,
Youth Brigade,
Eve St. Jones,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Moody Blues,
AZ,
Jerry's Kids,
Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys.
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.