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 Dominican Republic and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Mumbai.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 JFA to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Mr. Review. All the underground hits.
All Theoretical Girls 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Velvet Underground record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
the Soft Cell,
Television,
Gichy Dan,
Liliput,
Charles Mingus,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Masters at Work,
The Skatalites,
Depeche Mode,
The Sonics,
Maurizio,
World's Most,
Marmalade,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ornette Coleman,
The Birthday Party,
Loose Ends,
Amazonics,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Dead C,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Leaves,
Terry Callier,
Essential Logic,
ABBA,
Mandrill,
kango's stein massive,
The Offenders,
The Modern Lovers,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sun City Girls,
Ultra Naté,
Marshall Jefferson,
Japan,
The Stooges,
Wasted Youth,
Wally Richardson,
Judy Mowatt,
Spandau Ballet,
The Moleskins,
Joy Division,
U.S. Maple,
Junior Murvin,
Fear,
The Doobie Brothers,
Joe Smooth,
Pantaleimon,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Sound,
Deakin,
Public Image Ltd.,
David Bowie,
CMW,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Moby Grape,
Dawn Penn,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Minor Threat,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
cv313, cv313, cv313, cv313.
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.