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 Macedonia and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Salvador.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Duran Duran to the funk 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 Icehouse. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glambeats Corp. 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 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 snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Machine,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Crooked Eye,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lalo Schifrin,
the Germs,
Charles Mingus,
Gichy Dan,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lyres,
Bluetip,
Roxette,
Severed Heads,
Fluxion,
The Electric Prunes,
a-ha,
Minny Pops,
The Stooges,
Prince Buster,
Subhumans,
Brick,
Second Layer,
Essential Logic,
EPMD,
Tommy Roe,
Lebanon Hanover,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Funky Four + One,
Radiohead,
Glambeats Corp.,
Fad Gadget,
Niagra,
Ponytail,
Jerry's Kids,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Anthony Braxton,
Laurel Aitken,
Dead Boys,
Janne Schatter,
Swell Maps,
John Foxx,
Whodini,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
DJ Sneak,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
8 Eyed Spy,
Donald Byrd,
In Retrospect,
The Wake,
The Modern Lovers,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Das Ding,
The Misunderstood,
Connie Case,
Rufus Thomas,
Ornette Coleman,
Sister Nancy,
Gang Gang Dance,
Agitation Free,
Gang Green,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest.
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.