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 Greece and from Salvador.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Salvador.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Robert Hood to the rap 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 The Remains. All the underground hits.
All Lindisfarne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mighty Diamonds 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 synthesizer 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 synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeru the Damaja,
The Walker Brothers,
Boredoms,
John Foxx,
Pantytec,
Pierre Henry,
Kevin Saunderson,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Skarface,
Sight & Sound,
Black Moon,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Star Department,
Lindisfarne,
Warren Ellis,
Loose Ends,
Arab on Radar,
Danielle Patucci,
Darondo,
The Gories,
Youth Brigade,
Soft Cell,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Y Pants,
Joe Finger,
The Electric Prunes,
Wasted Youth,
Harpers Bizarre,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Beau Brummels,
The Smoke,
The Birthday Party,
The Detroit Cobras,
FM Einheit,
Godley & Creme,
Scott Walker,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
PIL,
Thompson Twins,
Anakelly,
Sonny Sharrock,
Thee Headcoats,
Lebanon Hanover,
Derrick Morgan,
Delta 5,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Silicon Teens,
Roger Hodgson,
The Gun Club,
Nils Olav,
Barbara Tucker,
Sister Nancy,
Deepchord,
Yazoo,
Radio Birdman,
Iggy Pop,
The Wake,
Fela Kuti,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Aswad, Aswad, Aswad, Aswad.
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.