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 Tajikistan and from Hong Kong.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 organ 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 Order to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Panda Bear. All the underground hits.
All World's Most tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wolf Eyes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fuzztones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Massinfluence,
Marine Girls,
ABBA,
Franke,
Guru Guru,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Slave,
Little Man,
Scientists,
Gang Starr,
The Selecter,
Rites of Spring,
the Soft Cell,
Electric Light Orchestra,
kango's stein massive,
Boredoms,
Charles Mingus,
OOIOO,
Rapeman,
The Moody Blues,
Lungfish,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Todd Terry,
The Slits,
Eric B and Rakim,
Au Pairs,
Graham Central Station,
Neu!,
Deakin,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Banda Bassotti,
Dead Boys,
Grauzone,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Oblivians,
Dual Sessions,
Jacob Miller,
ABC,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Godley & Creme,
Mantronix,
Lee Hazlewood,
Kurtis Blow,
Nik Kershaw,
Monolake,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Man Parrish,
Hoover,
The Shadows of Knight,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Country Teasers,
Ponytail,
Yellowson,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Motorama,
Yazoo,
Barbara Tucker,
The Fall,
The Skatalites,
Henry Cow,
Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore.
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.