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 Bahamas and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 snare 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 Godley & Creme to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Grey Daturas. All the underground hits.
All Funkadelic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moby Grape 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord 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 rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Depeche Mode,
Silicon Teens,
Visage,
Public Enemy,
Aloha Tigers,
Severed Heads,
Barbara Tucker,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Stooges,
Q65,
Banda Bassotti,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Audionom,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Wake,
Underground Resistance,
Siglo XX,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Tommy Roe,
Matthew Bourne,
The Busters,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lebanon Hanover,
Moby Grape,
Mission of Burma,
Howard Jones,
Dave Gahan,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Searchers,
Smog,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Moss Icon,
kango's stein massive,
Donald Byrd,
New York Dolls,
L. Decosne,
Camouflage,
Blossom Toes,
Skriet,
The Happenings,
Electric Prunes,
The Blues Magoos,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Misunderstood,
New Order,
Vainqueur,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lee Hazlewood,
Suicide,
Boredoms,
DNA,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Crash Course in Science,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Minor Threat,
Lalann,
Todd Terry,
The Knickerbockers,
John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx.
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.