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 Tanzania and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 Jakarta and Calgary.
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 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 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 the Bar-Kays to the dance 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 The Trojans. All the underground hits.
All Vladislav Delay tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Style record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet 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 sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mojo Men,
Pierre Henry,
John Foxx,
Jeff Lynne,
Agent Orange,
Quando Quango,
Minor Threat,
Pantytec,
Technova,
Basic Channel,
D'Angelo,
Siglo XX,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bush Tetras,
T.S.O.L.,
Graham Central Station,
Camouflage,
U.S. Maple,
ABBA,
Jeff Mills,
Kenny Larkin,
Warren Ellis,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Skatalites,
Smog,
Archie Shepp,
One Last Wish,
Mr. Review,
Delta 5,
Fear,
David Bowie,
Pussy Galore,
The Shadows of Knight,
June Days,
Flipper,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
KRS-One,
Wally Richardson,
Gang of Four,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sonic Youth,
Gichy Dan,
Michelle Simonal,
The Cramps,
Swans,
Godley & Creme,
Japan,
R.M.O.,
Tres Demented,
Avey Tare,
Jesper Dahlback,
Thompson Twins,
Popol Vuh,
Agitation Free,
Parry Music,
Funkadelic,
Average White Band,
The Pretty Things,
Kevin Saunderson,
World's Most, World's Most, World's Most, World's Most.
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.