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 Marshall Islands and from Beijing.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 Gang of Four to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Gastr Del Sol. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Selector Dub Narcotic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet 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 synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang of Four,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sandy B,
Anthony Braxton,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bush Tetras,
X-Ray Spex,
Fatback Band,
Eurythmics,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Brand Nubian,
Thee Headcoats,
Bluetip,
Lindisfarne,
B.T. Express,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
These Immortal Souls,
Alphaville,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Sisters of Mercy,
DJ Style,
Accadde A,
Main Source,
Delon & Dalcan,
Mo-Dettes,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lee Hazlewood,
Judy Mowatt,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
the Slits,
Soul II Soul,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Black Sheep,
Lightning Bolt,
Cheater Slicks,
The Gladiators,
Yusef Lateef,
LL Cool J,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Fuzztones,
China Crisis,
Swell Maps,
The Gun Club,
Byron Stingily,
Bronski Beat,
Stereo Dub,
Matthew Bourne,
Eve St. Jones,
The Last Poets,
Soulsonic Force,
Idris Muhammad,
The Angels of Light,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Blues Magoos,
Quadrant,
Tres Demented,
Todd Rundgren,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Slave,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Henry Cow,
Dead Boys,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
a-ha, a-ha, a-ha, a-ha.
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.