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 Brunei and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Woodstock.
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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Fela Kuti. All the underground hits.
All Sonic Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Trojans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 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 oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mark Hollis,
Brass Construction,
Todd Terry,
Quadrant,
T. Rex,
8 Eyed Spy,
Radio Birdman,
Minny Pops,
Traffic Nightmare,
Dennis Brown,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sister Nancy,
Slick Rick,
Echospace,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Accadde A,
Camberwell Now,
Sugar Minott,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gabor Szabo,
The J.B.'s,
Roger Hodgson,
Los Fastidios,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Mo-Dettes,
Bill Wells,
John Cale,
The Black Dice,
Sight & Sound,
Interpol,
The Modern Lovers,
Stockholm Monsters,
Peter & Gordon,
Kaleidoscope,
Y Pants,
Agent Orange,
Frankie Knuckles,
Rhythm & Sound,
Piero Umiliani,
Amazonics,
Tomorrow,
Scion,
Andrew Hill,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Supertramp,
Heaven 17,
Harpers Bizarre,
Radiopuhelimet,
OOIOO,
Second Layer,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Vogues,
the Human League,
Alton Ellis,
Silicon Teens,
Bobby Sherman,
Goldenarms,
Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight.
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.