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 Kyrgyzstan and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Quadrant to the rap 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 Bob Dylan. All the underground hits.
All Ajijia Myrayebe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lizzy Mercier Descloux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delon & Dalcan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maurizio,
Kurtis Blow,
David Bowie,
Jacques Brel,
Brass Construction,
Tomorrow,
Godley & Creme,
Boz Scaggs,
Chris Corsano,
Pere Ubu,
Silicon Teens,
Wings,
Lalann,
Masters at Work,
Blancmange,
Guru Guru,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Jeff Mills,
Pierre Henry,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Names,
Ornette Coleman,
E-Dancer,
The Angels of Light,
Sugar Minott,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Skriet,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Busters,
Ralphi Rosario,
Agent Orange,
Bang On A Can,
Nirvana,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Grass Roots,
CMW,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Cal Tjader,
New York Dolls,
Gong,
Black Moon,
Rites of Spring,
Dead Boys,
Can,
Michelle Simonal,
Ice-T,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Barclay James Harvest,
Main Source,
Bush Tetras,
David Axelrod,
Barbara Tucker,
Massinfluence,
Scientists,
The Knickerbockers,
In Retrospect,
Minor Threat,
Marvin Gaye,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Standells, The Standells, The Standells, The Standells.
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.