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 Gabon and from Glasgow.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Darondo to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Japan. All the underground hits.
All Yaz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Symarip 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar 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 snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Wasted Youth,
Lower 48,
Crime,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Shoche,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Fire Engines,
Minny Pops,
Minnie Riperton,
X-102,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Fad Gadget,
Roy Ayers,
Deakin,
Unwound,
Marmalade,
The Smiths,
Rotary Connection,
Suburban Knight,
The Toasters,
The Last Poets,
Jeff Lynne,
Bill Near,
Con Funk Shun,
The J.B.'s,
Index,
Zapp,
Maleditus Sound,
E-Dancer,
The Angels of Light,
Joensuu 1685,
The Blues Magoos,
Alphaville,
Archie Shepp,
Agitation Free,
Animal Collective,
Letta Mbulu,
Das Ding,
Agent Orange,
The Smoke,
Graham Central Station,
R.M.O.,
Lebanon Hanover,
Mars,
Tears for Fears,
Minutemen,
Cybotron,
Kerrie Biddell,
Young Marble Giants,
Deepchord,
Parry Music,
Gang Green,
Rakim,
Technova,
Ken Boothe,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Fall,
DNA,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Qualms,
ABBA,
Joyce Sims,
The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain.
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.