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 Eritrea and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 guitar 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 Panda Bear to the disco 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 Frankie Knuckles. All the underground hits.
All Ultravox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Trumans Water 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator 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 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
In Retrospect,
Section 25,
LL Cool J,
Isaac Hayes,
Marmalade,
Susan Cadogan,
The Monochrome Set,
The Invisible,
Minnie Riperton,
Jandek,
Visage,
Johnny Clarke,
FM Einheit,
the Swans,
The Cowsills,
Crispian St. Peters,
Aswad,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Gories,
The Mojo Men,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Camouflage,
Shuggie Otis,
The Music Machine,
Mo-Dettes,
The Last Poets,
The Young Rascals,
Nils Olav,
Hashim,
Neu!,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Fugs,
Cluster,
A Flock of Seagulls,
These Immortal Souls,
Slave,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Smog,
Jimmy McGriff,
Man Eating Sloth,
Severed Heads,
Nas,
David McCallum,
Bobby Womack,
Roger Hodgson,
The Star Department,
Circle Jerks,
Magma,
Amon Düül,
Can,
New York Dolls,
Harry Pussy,
Funky Four + One,
Bill Wells,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sound Behaviour,
Judy Mowatt,
Lindisfarne,
The Tremeloes,
Black Flag,
K-Klass,
Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover.
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.