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 Cyprus and from Cairo.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Pierre Henry to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Lee Hazlewood. All the underground hits.
All E-Dancer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Smooth 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar 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 arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gichy Dan,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Fad Gadget,
Ultimate Spinach,
Iggy Pop,
Zapp,
Minny Pops,
Suicide,
Erykah Badu,
Spoonie Gee,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
cv313,
The Knickerbockers,
Robert Hood,
Little Man,
Dead Boys,
Urselle,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Harpers Bizarre,
X-101,
This Heat,
Wings,
The Mummies,
Can,
The Star Department,
The Litter,
John Cale,
Bizarre Inc.,
Jerry's Kids,
Slick Rick,
Grandmaster Flash,
Stereo Dub,
Excepter,
Sister Nancy,
Duran Duran,
Adolescents,
Bluetip,
Shoche,
Brass Construction,
Faust,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Tres Demented,
A Certain Ratio,
The Dirtbombs,
Heaven 17,
The Angels of Light,
Youth Brigade,
Black Moon,
Animal Collective,
Jeff Mills,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
CMW,
Tomorrow,
Juan Atkins,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Symarip,
Simply Red,
Sex Pistols,
Technova,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bobby Byrd,
Ten City,
Flipper, Flipper, Flipper, Flipper.
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.