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 Poland and from Accra.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Mexico City.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
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 Kings Of Tomorrow to the punk 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 ABC. All the underground hits.
All Panda Bear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erasure 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pole record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lebanon Hanover,
Tomorrow,
Quantec,
Das Ding,
The Names,
Joe Smooth,
Pantytec,
Lightning Bolt,
Sixth Finger,
Jawbox,
Wolf Eyes,
The Kinks,
Arab on Radar,
The Divine Comedy,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Flipper,
Bootsy Collins,
The Raincoats,
The Detroit Cobras,
Slave,
Robert Hood,
John Lydon,
Pole,
Agitation Free,
Moebius,
Harpers Bizarre,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Kerri Chandler,
cv313,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Warren Ellis,
Pussy Galore,
ABBA,
Nik Kershaw,
Lungfish,
Section 25,
Scion,
The Offenders,
Lou Christie,
Harmonia,
Simply Red,
Roxette,
Crooked Eye,
Subhumans,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Scratch Acid,
Magma,
Goldenarms,
Bob Dylan,
The Last Poets,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Throbbing Gristle,
ABC,
Newcleus,
Connie Case,
Laurel Aitken,
Main Source,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Black Pus,
The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs.
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.