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 Benin and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Seoul.
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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Kayak to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 A Flock of Seagulls. All the underground hits.
All Ossler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb 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 mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June Days,
Symarip,
Ultimate Spinach,
Scrapy,
Japan,
Au Pairs,
Swell Maps,
Tom Boy,
Danielle Patucci,
Marvin Gaye,
Visage,
Subhumans,
Intrusion,
Ultra Naté,
Peter & Gordon,
Jeru the Damaja,
Jeff Lynne,
Quantec,
Sun Ra,
The Smoke,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Index,
Circle Jerks,
Altered Images,
Country Teasers,
Morten Harket,
Crime,
Groovy Waters,
The Durutti Column,
Brick,
Easy Going,
Dark Day,
Marine Girls,
The Black Dice,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Sound,
The Wake,
Yazoo,
The Cowsills,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Index,
Godley & Creme,
Kas Product,
Kurtis Blow,
Donald Byrd,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Wasted Youth,
Essential Logic,
Carl Craig,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Moleskins,
The Motions,
Loose Ends,
Idris Muhammad,
Grey Daturas,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Joey Negro,
Howard Jones,
Sister Nancy,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Black Pus,
Hot Snakes,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Whodini, Whodini, Whodini, Whodini.
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.