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 Bangladesh and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Black Bananas to the grunge 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 Technova. All the underground hits.
All Howard Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Raincoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fortunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes 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,
Thee Headcoats,
Pierre Henry,
Subhumans,
Suicide,
Das Ding,
Roxy Music,
Yusef Lateef,
Blancmange,
Bauhaus,
Bobby Sherman,
Yellowson,
Marine Girls,
Aloha Tigers,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Grauzone,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Neil Young,
Circle Jerks,
Kaleidoscope,
Ornette Coleman,
Nation of Ulysses,
Boz Scaggs,
Fear,
Fat Boys,
The Offenders,
Juan Atkins,
Graham Central Station,
Neu!,
the Human League,
Mark Hollis,
The Names,
Intrusion,
Unwound,
Sonic Youth,
James White and The Blacks,
Pet Shop Boys,
Marmalade,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Echospace,
F. McDonald,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Toasters,
Make Up,
Quadrant,
Simply Red,
Chris & Cosey,
The Sound,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Eve St. Jones,
Radiohead,
Supertramp,
The Birthday Party,
ABC,
New Age Steppers,
The Blues Magoos,
Drive Like Jehu,
Hot Snakes,
The Walker Brothers,
The Velvet Underground,
The Buckinghams,
Sugar Minott,
Soft Cell,
Chrome, Chrome, Chrome, Chrome.
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.