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 Nigeria and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Gerry Rafferty to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Ultra Naté tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stereo Dub record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Youth Brigade,
Wire,
Terry Callier,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Remains,
Schoolly D,
Skaos,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lower 48,
Ituana,
The Walker Brothers,
UT,
The Smiths,
Negative Approach,
Agent Orange,
Pussy Galore,
MC5,
Qualms,
Arab on Radar,
Juan Atkins,
The Saints,
Unwound,
The Moleskins,
One Last Wish,
The Cure,
Traffic Nightmare,
Absolute Body Control,
T. Rex,
The Cramps,
Parry Music,
The Human League,
The United States of America,
Harry Pussy,
James White and The Blacks,
FM Einheit,
Young Marble Giants,
Index,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bronski Beat,
Bush Tetras,
Urselle,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Chris & Cosey,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
London Community Gospel Choir,
John Lydon,
Joy Division,
Toni Rubio,
The Electric Prunes,
The Beau Brummels,
Shoche,
Lou Reed,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Gun Club,
Mad Mike,
New Order, New Order, New Order, New Order.
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.