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 Mexico and from Sao Paulo.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Milan.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 The Zeros to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks. All the underground hits.
All The Durutti Column tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hashim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Au Pairs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pet Shop Boys,
The Alarm Clocks,
Vladislav Delay,
Gastr Del Sol,
Brick,
Japan,
The Angels of Light,
Curtis Mayfield,
Rhythm & Sound,
Echospace,
K-Klass,
Gerry Rafferty,
Faraquet,
The Slits,
Drive Like Jehu,
Mark Hollis,
The Pretty Things,
Buzzcocks,
Bobby Byrd,
Eric Dolphy,
The Mojo Men,
Severed Heads,
Flamin' Groovies,
Nirvana,
Young Marble Giants,
Anakelly,
The Star Department,
The Misunderstood,
The Gladiators,
Aaron Thompson,
Grey Daturas,
New Age Steppers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Joe Finger,
Erasure,
Flipper,
Peter and Kerry,
X-Ray Spex,
The Cramps,
The Cowsills,
Jeff Mills,
Bizarre Inc.,
Boogie Down Productions,
Eden Ahbez,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Eric Copeland,
Stereo Dub,
Kevin Saunderson,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Erykah Badu,
The Zeros,
The Buckinghams,
The Trojans,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Parry Music,
Talk Talk,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Marmalade,
Depeche Mode,
Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan.
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.