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 Samoa and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 Lyon and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 spring reverb 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 Yazoo to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Albert Ayler. All the underground hits.
All Juan Atkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Half Japanese record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 snare and a mellotron 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 guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sound,
Skriet,
Massinfluence,
Clear Light,
Tim Buckley,
Delon & Dalcan,
Erasure,
Brand Nubian,
The Monochrome Set,
Bush Tetras,
Das Ding,
Funky Four + One,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Heaven 17,
Slick Rick,
Henry Cow,
Tears for Fears,
Public Image Ltd.,
Avey Tare,
Roxy Music,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Vainqueur,
Unwound,
Franke,
The Gories,
Arthur Verocai,
Bob Dylan,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Blues Magoos,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Raincoats,
ABC,
John Lydon,
Circle Jerks,
the Normal,
Cameo,
Lebanon Hanover,
Peter & Gordon,
In Retrospect,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Man Parrish,
Swell Maps,
Terry Callier,
Niagra,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Marshall Jefferson,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Eric Dolphy,
Bootsy Collins,
Cal Tjader,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Angels of Light,
Q65,
Sun Ra,
Altered Images,
Minutemen,
Can,
Boogie Down Productions,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Erykah Badu,
Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic.
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.