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 Dominica 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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Gian Franco Pienzio to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Brick. All the underground hits.
All Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Inner City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet 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 rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Eating Sloth,
Country Teasers,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Standells,
Deakin,
Trumans Water,
Hashim,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Beau Brummels,
Young Marble Giants,
the Normal,
Y Pants,
Scion,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Vogues,
Depeche Mode,
Soul Sonic Force,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Don Cherry,
Carl Craig,
LL Cool J,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Velvet Underground,
Liliput,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Camouflage,
John Coltrane,
Sarah Menescal,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Roxette,
James White and The Blacks,
The Evens,
Kerri Chandler,
Excepter,
The Modern Lovers,
Bush Tetras,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ronnie Foster,
Crooked Eye,
Eric Dolphy,
The J.B.'s,
Todd Rundgren,
Spandau Ballet,
X-Ray Spex,
Pet Shop Boys,
Absolute Body Control,
The Birthday Party,
Josef K,
Tubeway Army,
Sandy B,
Steve Hackett,
Cecil Taylor,
Radiopuhelimet,
Siglo XX,
Arab on Radar,
Lalann,
Nik Kershaw,
Judy Mowatt,
Tom Boy,
The Associates,
X-102,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
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.