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 Bahamas and from Milan.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 arpeggiator 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 The Cure 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 The Raincoats. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Toasters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Isaac Hayes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Dawn Penn,
JFA,
Qualms,
The Black Dice,
Index,
Althea and Donna,
Roy Ayers,
Trumans Water,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Susan Cadogan,
Sarah Menescal,
Fad Gadget,
Sixth Finger,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Tears for Fears,
Jandek,
Joy Division,
Sex Pistols,
Lower 48,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Fat Boys,
John Holt,
Ohio Players,
Lou Reed,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Marvin Gaye,
DJ Style,
Gichy Dan,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Toni Rubio,
The Doors,
Altered Images,
Kayak,
Q and Not U,
Kas Product,
Ultra Naté,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Zapp,
Flipper,
Yaz,
The J.B.'s,
Wolf Eyes,
Section 25,
The Index,
The Electric Prunes,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Faraquet,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Metal Thangz,
Camouflage,
LL Cool J,
Dual Sessions,
The Angels of Light,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Moody Blues,
Terry Callier,
Rites of Spring,
Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios.
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.