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 Syria and from Taipei.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Dead C to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Smoke. All the underground hits.
All Liliput tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fort Wilson Riot record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blossom Toes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Blossom Toes,
Andrew Hill,
Ten City,
Al Stewart,
Harmonia,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Martian,
Anakelly,
Vainqueur,
Bluetip,
Basic Channel,
The Buckinghams,
Toni Rubio,
Brick,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bob Dylan,
Steve Hackett,
Ash Ra Tempel,
H. Thieme,
Whodini,
Lindisfarne,
Average White Band,
E-Dancer,
Soul II Soul,
Angry Samoans,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Fall,
Howard Jones,
New York Dolls,
Radiohead,
Hashim,
Public Enemy,
Surgeon,
Lightning Bolt,
The Gories,
Shuggie Otis,
Reuben Wilson,
Fatback Band,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Stereo Dub,
the Fania All-Stars,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Drive Like Jehu,
Fat Boys,
The Velvet Underground,
Darondo,
Soft Cell,
Barry Ungar,
Bobby Sherman,
Erasure,
Danielle Patucci,
Ronan,
Easy Going,
Fluxion,
Joe Smooth,
Sandy B,
Index,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gabor Szabo,
Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese.
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.