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 Tuvalu and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 kango's stein massive to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Fad Gadget. All the underground hits.
All 48th St. Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angry Samoans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jawbox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Fat Boys,
Scratch Acid,
Bauhaus,
the Slits,
Magma,
Lalann,
Yusef Lateef,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Sonics,
Delta 5,
Kenny Larkin,
Matthew Bourne,
Steve Hackett,
Monolake,
The Fortunes,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Thee Headcoats,
Stetsasonic,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lou Christie,
The Techniques,
Flamin' Groovies,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Scan 7,
Funky Four + One,
Shoche,
Ten City,
Flipper,
Cheater Slicks,
Marc Almond,
Robert Wyatt,
Section 25,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Invisible,
Sight & Sound,
The Five Americans,
Black Flag,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
the Soft Cell,
Young Marble Giants,
the Sonics,
Neu!,
Lindisfarne,
The Modern Lovers,
Robert Görl,
Agitation Free,
Spandau Ballet,
Ituana,
Arthur Verocai,
Wally Richardson,
New Order,
Brothers Johnson,
Absolute Body Control,
Black Pus,
The Shadows of Knight,
Fela Kuti,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Tommy Roe,
kango's stein massive,
Infiniti,
F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald.
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.