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 Moldova and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Dave Clark Five to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Los Fastidios. All the underground hits.
All Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 spring reverb and a linndrum 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 sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Be Bop Deluxe,
Cal Tjader,
Little Man,
a-ha,
The Victims,
Yusef Lateef,
Angry Samoans,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
the Swans,
Mantronix,
Reuben Wilson,
Sun Ra,
Scan 7,
Drexciya,
The Standells,
The Raincoats,
Skaos,
The J.B.'s,
Fluxion,
Funky Four + One,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Metal Thangz,
Juan Atkins,
Lalo Schifrin,
FM Einheit,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Marshall Jefferson,
Audionom,
The Smiths,
Lower 48,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Barry Ungar,
John Lydon,
This Heat,
Zero Boys,
Vainqueur,
Loose Ends,
The Offenders,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lakeside,
the Normal,
X-102,
Ronnie Foster,
Matthew Bourne,
Das Ding,
kango's stein massive,
the Bar-Kays,
David Bowie,
Jeff Lynne,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bizarre Inc.,
Blake Baxter,
8 Eyed Spy,
Hoover,
Pantytec,
Kaleidoscope,
Pole,
Simply Red,
Dead Boys,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
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.