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 Ivory Coast 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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Vainqueur to the rock 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 Hashim. All the underground hits.
All Letta Mbulu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Byron Stingily record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a F. McDonald record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ronan,
Radio Birdman,
Minor Threat,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Excepter,
Graham Central Station,
Kool Moe Dee,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Residents,
Guru Guru,
Bluetip,
Sonny Sharrock,
Reuben Wilson,
Brass Construction,
Crime,
Prince Buster,
Aloha Tigers,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Jandek,
Peter & Gordon,
Letta Mbulu,
Delon & Dalcan,
Pere Ubu,
The Mummies,
Lalann,
Marcia Griffiths,
Unwound,
Bizarre Inc.,
Kurtis Blow,
Bauhaus,
Zapp,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Soul II Soul,
Gil Scott Heron,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bobby Womack,
Godley & Creme,
Eden Ahbez,
Cymande,
Pet Shop Boys,
Jerry's Kids,
The Evens,
MDC,
Sam Rivers,
Inner City,
The Tremeloes,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Monks,
Isaac Hayes,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Birthday Party,
Quantec,
Joy Division,
Q and Not U,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Warsaw,
Jimmy McGriff,
Second Layer,
Urselle,
Intrusion,
Roxette,
Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young.
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.