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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Warren Ellis to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 LL Cool J. All the underground hits.
All Alphaville tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warren Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an arpeggiator 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 marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul Sonic Force,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Fela Kuti,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ponytail,
Judy Mowatt,
New Order,
Boogie Down Productions,
Donny Hathaway,
Marine Girls,
Danielle Patucci,
Piero Umiliani,
David McCallum,
Von Mondo,
Kurtis Blow,
Amazonics,
Bob Dylan,
Grauzone,
Y Pants,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gregory Isaacs,
Goldenarms,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
the Bar-Kays,
Wire,
Simply Red,
Procol Harum,
Dawn Penn,
Graham Central Station,
Fugazi,
Peter & Gordon,
Trumans Water,
Anthony Braxton,
The Happenings,
Ultra Naté,
Index,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Sonics,
E-Dancer,
Erykah Badu,
Magazine,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sällskapet,
Man Eating Sloth,
Albert Ayler,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Junior Murvin,
Mo-Dettes,
Camouflage,
Minor Threat,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Buckinghams,
Barbara Tucker,
Essential Logic,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Eli Mardock,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
David Axelrod,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane.
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.