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 Dominican Republic and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lille.
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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Man Eating Sloth to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 John Holt. All the underground hits.
All DJ Sneak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ossler 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron 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 organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxy Music,
Danielle Patucci,
Avey Tare,
In Retrospect,
Kenny Larkin,
Crash Course in Science,
Mission of Burma,
Von Mondo,
H. Thieme,
A Certain Ratio,
Television,
Lungfish,
Black Bananas,
Rapeman,
Flash Fearless,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Shoche,
Mo-Dettes,
Newcleus,
Radiohead,
Oneida,
Second Layer,
Dual Sessions,
Fear,
Glenn Branca,
Rufus Thomas,
LL Cool J,
Anakelly,
Marcia Griffiths,
Blake Baxter,
Letta Mbulu,
a-ha,
Flipper,
The Names,
PIL,
Suicide,
Jerry's Kids,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Pop Group,
Niagra,
The Blackbyrds,
Dawn Penn,
Joyce Sims,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Rakim,
Ultimate Spinach,
Yellowson,
Jeff Lynne,
Skaos,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lightning Bolt,
The Monks,
The Remains,
Peter & Gordon,
Dorothy Ashby,
Harpers Bizarre,
Saccharine Trust,
Brand Nubian,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Thompson Twins,
Erykah Badu,
Funky Four + One,
Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover.
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.