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 Belgium and from Madrid.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the snare 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 New York Dolls to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All Erasure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slick Rick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blossom Toes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Godley & Creme,
The Young Rascals,
Franke,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Trojans,
Mark Hollis,
The Remains,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lungfish,
Tim Buckley,
Traffic Nightmare,
Flash Fearless,
Cybotron,
Vainqueur,
Tom Boy,
Albert Ayler,
Peter & Gordon,
Little Man,
Chrome,
The Gladiators,
Isaac Hayes,
Neu!,
One Last Wish,
Bootsy Collins,
Jeru the Damaja,
Spoonie Gee,
Davy DMX,
The J.B.'s,
Animal Collective,
the Swans,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Throbbing Gristle,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Wolf Eyes,
James White and The Blacks,
Hot Snakes,
Scion,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Mary Jane Girls,
Susan Cadogan,
Colin Newman,
Ohio Players,
X-102,
Janne Schatter,
Niagra,
Kas Product,
The Birthday Party,
Terry Callier,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Anakelly,
Todd Terry,
David Axelrod,
Altered Images,
L. Decosne,
Piero Umiliani,
Crash Course in Science,
Urselle,
Quando Quango,
Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear.
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.