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 United States and from Madrid.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 linndrum 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 New Order to the crunk 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 Marcia Griffiths. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlback tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Five Americans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quantec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lucky Dragons,
Q65,
Pet Shop Boys,
Heaven 17,
Anthony Braxton,
Buzzcocks,
Pylon,
New Age Steppers,
Intrusion,
Country Teasers,
MDC,
Bobbi Humphrey,
David McCallum,
Masters at Work,
Tom Boy,
Ultimate Spinach,
Quantec,
Erykah Badu,
Stetsasonic,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Blues Magoos,
The Electric Prunes,
Mission of Burma,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Agent Orange,
Suburban Knight,
Marmalade,
Yusef Lateef,
Robert Wyatt,
Piero Umiliani,
Tears for Fears,
Index,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Blake Baxter,
Patti Smith,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
New Order,
D'Angelo,
Wire,
Maleditus Sound,
Porter Ricks,
Sister Nancy,
Lightning Bolt,
Sound Behaviour,
The Victims,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Neu!,
Television Personalities,
DJ Style,
Bobby Byrd,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Flipper,
Gregory Isaacs,
Davy DMX,
Tim Buckley,
Sun City Girls,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Toni Rubio,
Sonic Youth,
Groovy Waters,
The Sound,
Talk Talk,
Ituana,
The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers.
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.