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 Burkina and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 marimba 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 Eric B and Rakim to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Silicon Teens. All the underground hits.
All Scientists tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Star Department record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron 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 organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fela Kuti,
Lindisfarne,
Godley & Creme,
Derrick Morgan,
Youth Brigade,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
June of 44,
Bobby Byrd,
The Vogues,
Sparks,
Rapeman,
Frankie Knuckles,
David Bowie,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Zeros,
Donny Hathaway,
Cluster,
Josef K,
The Red Krayola,
Roger Hodgson,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Smoke,
Sugar Minott,
Ponytail,
Connie Case,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Colin Newman,
Chrome,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Saccharine Trust,
Pharoah Sanders,
48th St. Collective,
Slave,
Amon Düül,
Deakin,
The Human League,
Circle Jerks,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Quando Quango,
Sarah Menescal,
Michelle Simonal,
Zapp,
Prince Buster,
Pantytec,
Jeff Lynne,
Easy Going,
UT,
Adolescents,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
In Retrospect,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Toasters,
La Düsseldorf,
Procol Harum,
New Age Steppers,
Jacques Brel,
Bluetip,
Dark Day,
Icehouse,
The Motions,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Crooked Eye,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.