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 Iceland and from Seoul.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Delta 5 to the disco 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 Underground Resistance. All the underground hits.
All Main Source tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oppenheimer Analysis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wally Richardson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Selecter,
kango's stein massive,
Dawn Penn,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Reagan Youth,
John Foxx,
Barry Ungar,
Tears for Fears,
Jawbox,
Royal Trux,
Buzzcocks,
Soft Cell,
Wasted Youth,
MC5,
Erasure,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Moss Icon,
The Young Rascals,
Roxy Music,
June Days,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Oneida,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Porter Ricks,
Funkadelic,
Visage,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Flamin' Groovies,
Aaron Thompson,
Bang On A Can,
Camouflage,
Kayak,
The Gap Band,
Kaleidoscope,
Subhumans,
Livin' Joy,
Mad Mike,
Todd Terry,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Al Stewart,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Andrew Hill,
EPMD,
The Blackbyrds,
Moebius,
Skarface,
Blake Baxter,
Animal Collective,
Accadde A,
Freddie Wadling,
Kas Product,
Q and Not U,
Warsaw,
Jerry's Kids,
Mo-Dettes,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Japan,
Swans,
Dave Gahan,
The Pretty Things,
Eden Ahbez,
Aswad,
The Victims,
The Move,
Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama.
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.