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 Kyrgyzstan and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Radio Birdman to the grunge 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 Anakelly. All the underground hits.
All Camouflage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Halsall 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Surgeon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Zeros,
Buzzcocks,
Depeche Mode,
Siglo XX,
Neil Young,
Maleditus Sound,
The Birthday Party,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Magma,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Trojans,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sun City Girls,
Todd Terry,
The New Christs,
The Tremeloes,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gastr Del Sol,
Motorama,
Lou Reed,
Pantytec,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Barry Ungar,
Hot Snakes,
Quantec,
Davy DMX,
Kas Product,
Althea and Donna,
Kurtis Blow,
the Sonics,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Mo-Dettes,
Q and Not U,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Urselle,
Bobby Sherman,
Clear Light,
Piero Umiliani,
Jeff Mills,
Grauzone,
Little Man,
Skriet,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lalo Schifrin,
Wasted Youth,
Mr. Review,
Charles Mingus,
Albert Ayler,
Supertramp,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sonic Youth,
The Durutti Column,
Black Bananas,
The Standells,
Talk Talk,
Gang Starr,
the Germs,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The J.B.'s,
Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron.
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.