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 Tonga and from Sao Paulo.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the oboe 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 Alice Coltrane to the disco 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 Eric Copeland. All the underground hits.
All Outsiders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Durutti Column record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet 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 linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Au Pairs,
Scion,
Little Man,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Accadde A,
Bush Tetras,
Johnny Clarke,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sound Behaviour,
David Bowie,
Max Romeo,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Archie Shepp,
Deepchord,
The Index,
The Stooges,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ohio Players,
Camouflage,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Eric Copeland,
Chris Corsano,
Carl Craig,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Cramps,
Urselle,
New Age Steppers,
Josef K,
The New Christs,
Nils Olav,
Peter and Kerry,
Unrelated Segments,
Agent Orange,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Victims,
Minny Pops,
Dual Sessions,
Television Personalities,
FM Einheit,
Gerry Rafferty,
Camberwell Now,
Don Cherry,
Slick Rick,
Rites of Spring,
Negative Approach,
Curtis Mayfield,
Main Source,
Schoolly D,
Leonard Cohen,
Bluetip,
Scrapy,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Skatalites,
Toni Rubio,
a-ha,
Reagan Youth,
Second Layer,
Anthony Braxton,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bootsy Collins,
Piero Umiliani,
Groovy Waters,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.