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 Syria and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Jakarta.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the oboe 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 Minor Threat to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Pet Shop Boys. All the underground hits.
All Oblivians tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gregory Isaacs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Newcleus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terry Callier,
These Immortal Souls,
Groovy Waters,
Depeche Mode,
The Doobie Brothers,
Alphaville,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Idris Muhammad,
Quantec,
John Foxx,
The Selecter,
Q65,
Sun City Girls,
Eli Mardock,
The Golliwogs,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Alison Limerick,
Ossler,
David Bowie,
Supertramp,
Underground Resistance,
the Human League,
Country Joe & The Fish,
L. Decosne,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Blackbyrds,
Bluetip,
Soul II Soul,
Smog,
Outsiders,
The Velvet Underground,
Lyres,
Funky Four + One,
Bob Dylan,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Roxette,
Fatback Band,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Swell Maps,
The Invisible,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Grass Roots,
Camberwell Now,
Blancmange,
Matthew Halsall,
The Victims,
Pole,
La Düsseldorf,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Television Personalities,
Erykah Badu,
Inner City,
Panda Bear,
Kurtis Blow,
Lou Christie,
The Cowsills,
Derrick Morgan,
F. McDonald,
Con Funk Shun,
ABBA,
ABC,
The J.B.'s,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Music Machine,
Crime, Crime, Crime, Crime.
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.