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 Guinea and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 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 David Bowie to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Marc Almond. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crooked Eye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ 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 güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boogie Down Productions,
Main Source,
Electric Prunes,
Roger Hodgson,
The Skatalites,
Young Marble Giants,
Jacques Brel,
ABBA,
Niagra,
The Gap Band,
The Motions,
Half Japanese,
Bobby Byrd,
La Düsseldorf,
Heaven 17,
Radiohead,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Basic Channel,
Ultra Naté,
Agent Orange,
Mandrill,
Liliput,
Camberwell Now,
Janne Schatter,
Black Pus,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Cluster,
Morten Harket,
The Cowsills,
Todd Rundgren,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Cameo,
Donald Byrd,
Silicon Teens,
Cecil Taylor,
Fugazi,
Delon & Dalcan,
Reagan Youth,
Youth Brigade,
D'Angelo,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Dennis Brown,
X-101,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Eric B and Rakim,
John Foxx,
Josef K,
Angry Samoans,
Audionom,
Pierre Henry,
Infiniti,
Camouflage,
Anakelly,
Boredoms,
John Holt,
The Moleskins,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Minutemen,
Smog,
The Mummies,
Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo.
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.