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 Somalia and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Warsaw to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Oppenheimer Analysis. All the underground hits.
All Flipper tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy Collins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 güiro and a marimba 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 güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arthur Verocai,
the Slits,
Roxette,
Vainqueur,
Crispian St. Peters,
8 Eyed Spy,
Grandmaster Flash,
Pantaleimon,
Charles Mingus,
Jeff Mills,
Barrington Levy,
Moebius,
Quando Quango,
Flipper,
ABC,
Gichy Dan,
Tom Boy,
L. Decosne,
AZ,
Sun Ra,
Harry Pussy,
Subhumans,
Yazoo,
Patti Smith,
The Saints,
The Victims,
The United States of America,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Jerry's Kids,
The Angels of Light,
Traffic Nightmare,
Jeff Lynne,
Idris Muhammad,
Second Layer,
Chrome,
Man Parrish,
the Soft Cell,
Althea and Donna,
Jacques Brel,
Joe Smooth,
The Trojans,
Motorama,
Bobby Womack,
David Bowie,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Masters at Work,
The Skatalites,
Cecil Taylor,
Brass Construction,
Cameo,
Henry Cow,
The Young Rascals,
Slave,
Adolescents,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Flamin' Groovies,
Altered Images,
The Names,
Marc Almond,
Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!.
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.