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 Liberia and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the guitar 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 Boz Scaggs to the disco 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 Radiohead. All the underground hits.
All Vladislav Delay tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cabaret Voltaire 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba 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 a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Albert Ayler,
Aswad,
The Gladiators,
Tubeway Army,
Nik Kershaw,
Wasted Youth,
Metal Thangz,
Monolake,
Darondo,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bronski Beat,
The Human League,
Nico,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
John Holt,
The Smiths,
Average White Band,
Sonic Youth,
Sarah Menescal,
Janne Schatter,
Audionom,
Organ,
Zero Boys,
Heaven 17,
The Doobie Brothers,
Livin' Joy,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bluetip,
Qualms,
Anakelly,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Sonics,
Procol Harum,
Hoover,
Camouflage,
Rufus Thomas,
Bill Wells,
The Pop Group,
Swans,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Soul II Soul,
The Durutti Column,
Scott Walker,
Barbara Tucker,
Sound Behaviour,
Porter Ricks,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Eddi Front,
Radio Birdman,
The Star Department,
Brothers Johnson,
Sex Pistols,
DNA,
Maurizio,
The Cure,
Crispian St. Peters,
Grey Daturas,
PIL,
Icehouse,
Buzzcocks,
Amon Düül,
Guru Guru,
Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow.
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.