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 Zimbabwe and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 Tokyo and Jakarta.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ 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 Skaos to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan. All the underground hits.
All Alton Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Count Five 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator 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 harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neu!,
Hasil Adkins,
Eli Mardock,
Procol Harum,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Dead C,
Shuggie Otis,
Angry Samoans,
Black Pus,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Star Department,
Dead Boys,
Ice-T,
The Kinks,
The Smiths,
The Index,
The Misunderstood,
the Swans,
The Smoke,
Bluetip,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Patti Smith,
The Grass Roots,
Harry Pussy,
Kayak,
The Black Dice,
Adolescents,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Pantytec,
Eden Ahbez,
David McCallum,
Ralphi Rosario,
Funkadelic,
Dave Gahan,
Lightning Bolt,
The New Christs,
Chrome,
Inner City,
Joe Smooth,
Minor Threat,
the Normal,
Swans,
PIL,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Tim Buckley,
Robert Wyatt,
Gong,
Peter & Gordon,
Eurythmics,
Charles Mingus,
Joey Negro,
Mo-Dettes,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Section 25,
Terry Callier,
Roxy Music,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Mummies,
Junior Murvin,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx.
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.