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 Samoa and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Johnny Osbourne to the rock 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 EPMD. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Black Dice record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum 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 chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nation of Ulysses,
Eden Ahbez,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Agent Orange,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Derrick Morgan,
Mark Hollis,
Marmalade,
Television Personalities,
DJ Style,
10cc,
Lungfish,
The Birthday Party,
Idris Muhammad,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Electric Prunes,
Lou Christie,
Roger Hodgson,
Clear Light,
Desert Stars,
Animal Collective,
Freddie Wadling,
The Gap Band,
Shoche,
The Leaves,
Reagan Youth,
Skriet,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Eric Copeland,
Echospace,
The Techniques,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Khruangbin,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Tropical Tobacco,
Al Stewart,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Tremeloes,
Laurel Aitken,
Sex Pistols,
Sällskapet,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Evens,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Flash Fearless,
Rosa Yemen,
Max Romeo,
The Skatalites,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Knickerbockers,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Fire Engines,
Graham Central Station,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Beau Brummels,
the Fania All-Stars,
Scratch Acid,
Bobby Womack,
Circle Jerks,
Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield.
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.