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 Mali and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Desert Stars to the grunge 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 Chris & Cosey. All the underground hits.
All Lungfish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The J.B.'s 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lizzy Mercier Descloux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Livin' Joy,
Fela Kuti,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Nik Kershaw,
The Neon Judgement,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Isaac Hayes,
Wally Richardson,
The Saints,
Lalo Schifrin,
Byron Stingily,
Gichy Dan,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Freddie Wadling,
Parry Music,
Wings,
Gang Starr,
The Gories,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Jeff Lynne,
The Electric Prunes,
Y Pants,
The Skatalites,
Kaleidoscope,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Evens,
The Alarm Clocks,
Reagan Youth,
Stetsasonic,
Jimmy McGriff,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Eric Dolphy,
Audionom,
Roger Hodgson,
The Fugs,
Hardrive,
The Techniques,
John Lydon,
John Holt,
Oblivians,
Peter & Gordon,
Youth Brigade,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ronnie Foster,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Divine Comedy,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Grauzone,
Tres Demented,
Icehouse,
The Pretty Things,
Tom Boy,
Zero Boys,
Johnny Osbourne,
Clear Light,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
the Sonics,
Von Mondo,
Godley & Creme,
Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith.
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.