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 Tonga and from Mexico City.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 chamberlin 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 June of 44 to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 T.S.O.L.. All the underground hits.
All The Blues Magoos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anakelly 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Franke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brand Nubian,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gang Starr,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Modern Lovers,
Johnny Osbourne,
Max Romeo,
Tres Demented,
Soul II Soul,
Davy DMX,
Lakeside,
Soft Cell,
Massinfluence,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Motions,
The Vogues,
Curtis Mayfield,
Silicon Teens,
Quantec,
Popol Vuh,
Aswad,
Cluster,
R.M.O.,
Morten Harket,
Eric B and Rakim,
Livin' Joy,
Skarface,
The J.B.'s,
Minny Pops,
the Association,
Anakelly,
Banda Bassotti,
Von Mondo,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Matthew Halsall,
Fat Boys,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Barrington Levy,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kenny Larkin,
U.S. Maple,
Black Bananas,
The Martian,
Yellowson,
Sarah Menescal,
Marcia Griffiths,
Crash Course in Science,
The Blackbyrds,
L. Decosne,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sonic Youth,
Danielle Patucci,
Y Pants,
Joy Division,
Brass Construction,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Skaos,
Grauzone,
Index,
Rotary Connection,
Lalann,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme.
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.