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 Serbia and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 Paris and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Matthew Halsall to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Jacob Miller. All the underground hits.
All Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neu! 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin 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 mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Junior Murvin,
Monks,
Zero Boys,
Rhythm & Sound,
Roger Hodgson,
Don Cherry,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Animal Collective,
These Immortal Souls,
Arcadia,
Peter & Gordon,
Arthur Verocai,
Can,
The Saints,
Clear Light,
Funkadelic,
Jawbox,
JFA,
Steve Hackett,
The Gladiators,
Subhumans,
Audionom,
MDC,
Eric B and Rakim,
Amazonics,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Agitation Free,
Scrapy,
Harry Pussy,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lakeside,
Brothers Johnson,
The Slackers,
Banda Bassotti,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Siglo XX,
Skaos,
The Walker Brothers,
Radio Birdman,
John Foxx,
Maurizio,
Scratch Acid,
Panda Bear,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bobby Hutcherson,
EPMD,
Tears for Fears,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Terrestrial Tones,
Erasure,
The Doors,
the Sonics,
Scott Walker,
The Leaves,
Iggy Pop,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Essential Logic,
Soul II Soul,
Sonic Youth,
Soulsonic Force,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Little Man,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.