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 Sierra Leone and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Copenhagen.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Ten City to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ultramagnetic MC's. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Lynne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
KRS-One,
Masters at Work,
Groovy Waters,
The Index,
The Velvet Underground,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Dark Day,
New York Dolls,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Godley & Creme,
Urselle,
Toni Rubio,
8 Eyed Spy,
Q and Not U,
Malaria!,
Absolute Body Control,
Hasil Adkins,
John Holt,
The Grass Roots,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lee Hazlewood,
H. Thieme,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Japan,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Remains,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Depeche Mode,
Blancmange,
Josef K,
Outsiders,
In Retrospect,
Eric Copeland,
Quantec,
cv313,
Nas,
Camouflage,
Wire,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gastr Del Sol,
Y Pants,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Deepchord,
Frankie Knuckles,
Fear,
L. Decosne,
Los Fastidios,
Suicide,
Sällskapet,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Rhythm & Sound,
Audionom,
Half Japanese,
Banda Bassotti,
Camberwell Now,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Gories,
Brothers Johnson,
The Wake,
The Fall, The Fall, The Fall, The Fall.
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.