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 Australia and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Barbara Tucker to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Spoonie Gee. All the underground hits.
All Eric Dolphy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Laurel Aitken record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes 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 linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aloha Tigers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ultravox,
Audionom,
Stockholm Monsters,
Drive Like Jehu,
Nas,
the Swans,
Yazoo,
Mantronix,
Eurythmics,
Popol Vuh,
One Last Wish,
Siglo XX,
Fat Boys,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Seeds,
Rod Modell,
Bill Wells,
The Black Dice,
ABBA,
Jeff Lynne,
Parry Music,
Clear Light,
The Victims,
The Mojo Men,
Fugazi,
Al Stewart,
The Fire Engines,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lou Christie,
The Doobie Brothers,
Hardrive,
The Index,
Neil Young,
Barclay James Harvest,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Sound,
Buzzcocks,
Technova,
the Human League,
The Monochrome Set,
Gong,
The Standells,
Gichy Dan,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Underground Resistance,
Fad Gadget,
Janne Schatter,
Simply Red,
Godley & Creme,
Con Funk Shun,
The Invisible,
Aural Exciters,
Pulsallama,
Tropical Tobacco,
Eve St. Jones,
Camouflage,
Lalo Schifrin,
The United States of America,
Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan.
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.