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 Egypt and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Index to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud. All the underground hits.
All Kas Product tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suburban Knight 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Laurel Aitken record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Gun Club,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Neon Judgement,
Jeru the Damaja,
Icehouse,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Television Personalities,
Joyce Sims,
Monolake,
Maurizio,
Heaven 17,
Camouflage,
The Zeros,
Wasted Youth,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Theoretical Girls,
Grey Daturas,
The Smoke,
Funkadelic,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Prince Buster,
Avey Tare,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Detroit Cobras,
the Normal,
T. Rex,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Talk Talk,
Swell Maps,
Gang Gang Dance,
Nation of Ulysses,
Vladislav Delay,
Dark Day,
H. Thieme,
Donny Hathaway,
Arthur Verocai,
Wolf Eyes,
The Busters,
Kayak,
The Mummies,
Fad Gadget,
Althea and Donna,
The Seeds,
Khruangbin,
The Golliwogs,
EPMD,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Country Teasers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
a-ha,
Mad Mike,
June of 44,
The Barracudas,
L. Decosne,
Soul Sonic Force,
Fear,
The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground.
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.