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 Latvia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 snare 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 Sunsets and Hearts to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Shadows of Knight. All the underground hits.
All Black Pus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Terry 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer 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 snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camouflage,
Black Pus,
Ultra Naté,
Toni Rubio,
Goldenarms,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Soft Machine,
Roger Hodgson,
Nation of Ulysses,
Janne Schatter,
Pagans,
Maleditus Sound,
Easy Going,
Josef K,
Duran Duran,
Lightning Bolt,
T. Rex,
The American Breed,
Organ,
48th St. Collective,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Radio Birdman,
Pere Ubu,
Bang On A Can,
Ohio Players,
Jeff Mills,
JFA,
K-Klass,
Ludus,
Ice-T,
AZ,
Harmonia,
Gil Scott Heron,
Pierre Henry,
The Kinks,
B.T. Express,
Ossler,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Depeche Mode,
Eli Mardock,
Alice Coltrane,
Japan,
Godley & Creme,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gerry Rafferty,
Index,
Suicide,
Little Man,
Spoonie Gee,
Nick Fraelich,
Stetsasonic,
John Holt,
The Victims,
Das Ding,
Bad Manners,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ten City,
Sällskapet,
Max Romeo,
Accadde A,
Make Up,
Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin.
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.