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 Guatemala and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 Tokyo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 808 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 Basic Channel to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 R.M.O.. All the underground hits.
All Carl Craig tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord 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 oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Machine,
Interpol,
Half Japanese,
Massinfluence,
Dual Sessions,
Jeff Lynne,
Deadbeat,
The Doors,
T.S.O.L.,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Outsiders,
Mo-Dettes,
Q and Not U,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
New Order,
The Seeds,
Severed Heads,
Letta Mbulu,
The Offenders,
Tres Demented,
Alice Coltrane,
Sun City Girls,
Traffic Nightmare,
EPMD,
Adolescents,
The Happenings,
Surgeon,
Junior Murvin,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Crooked Eye,
Hot Snakes,
The Evens,
Oblivians,
The J.B.'s,
Sandy B,
Suburban Knight,
Duran Duran,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
John Foxx,
Pulsallama,
Black Flag,
Main Source,
Spandau Ballet,
Scientists,
Buzzcocks,
Cecil Taylor,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Vogues,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Von Mondo,
Brothers Johnson,
The Busters,
Fat Boys,
Drexciya,
Wally Richardson,
Cybotron,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Soulsonic Force,
Bobby Womack,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Eric Dolphy,
Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance.
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.