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 Gambia and from Copenhagen.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 synthesizer 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 Scott Walker to the disco 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 Pet Shop Boys. All the underground hits.
All Motorama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Be Bop Deluxe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lungfish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Remains,
Tomorrow,
Tommy Roe,
Black Moon,
Panda Bear,
the Fania All-Stars,
Eli Mardock,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Names,
Whodini,
The New Christs,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Connie Case,
Eric Copeland,
Arcadia,
Soul II Soul,
Cameo,
The Wake,
Ohio Players,
the Germs,
the Normal,
Q and Not U,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Busters,
the Human League,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Tom Boy,
Marcia Griffiths,
Urselle,
The Human League,
Flipper,
Kerri Chandler,
Lou Reed,
Nation of Ulysses,
Roy Ayers,
Idris Muhammad,
Jandek,
Deakin,
Tropical Tobacco,
Radiopuhelimet,
D'Angelo,
Funky Four + One,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Brand Nubian,
Scion,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Nick Fraelich,
Fatback Band,
Michelle Simonal,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Brothers Johnson,
Joey Negro,
Swell Maps,
Parry Music,
The American Breed,
Negative Approach,
Zapp,
The Blues Magoos,
Johnny Osbourne,
Siglo XX,
Joyce Sims,
Moss Icon,
E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer.
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.