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 Senegal and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 DJ Style to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Misunderstood. All the underground hits.
All Siglo XX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Dolphy 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin 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 mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kenny Larkin,
The Mighty Diamonds,
One Last Wish,
X-Ray Spex,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Cameo,
Accadde A,
Rekid,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Monochrome Set,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
E-Dancer,
The Fire Engines,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Crispian St. Peters,
Vladislav Delay,
The Detroit Cobras,
Rosa Yemen,
Pulsallama,
Talk Talk,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Basic Channel,
Sun Ra,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gregory Isaacs,
Electric Prunes,
Surgeon,
The Fall,
Don Cherry,
the Bar-Kays,
Roxy Music,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
MDC,
Marine Girls,
Parry Music,
Can,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Victims,
The New Christs,
Infiniti,
Hot Snakes,
The Busters,
Gang Gang Dance,
Harmonia,
The Doobie Brothers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Deepchord,
Colin Newman,
Average White Band,
Blake Baxter,
Man Eating Sloth,
Marshall Jefferson,
Skriet,
Cecil Taylor,
Leonard Cohen,
Arab on Radar,
The Raincoats,
Hasil Adkins,
The Walker Brothers,
The Red Krayola,
The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues.
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.