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 Rwanda and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 The Blackbyrds to the grime 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 Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Halsall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Banda Bassotti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 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 a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fort Wilson Riot,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
LL Cool J,
Swans,
Lower 48,
Brass Construction,
Franke,
Porter Ricks,
Brick,
Swell Maps,
Frankie Knuckles,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Hardrive,
Pet Shop Boys,
Donny Hathaway,
Loose Ends,
Schoolly D,
Animal Collective,
The Golliwogs,
Barrington Levy,
Soul II Soul,
Popol Vuh,
Arab on Radar,
Index,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Grass Roots,
Scientists,
Roxy Music,
Arcadia,
Symarip,
Con Funk Shun,
Neil Young,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Joe Finger,
Grey Daturas,
Interpol,
Monolake,
Lalann,
Fat Boys,
Gabor Szabo,
Siglo XX,
JFA,
Juan Atkins,
The Stooges,
Alice Coltrane,
Television Personalities,
Arthur Verocai,
Sound Behaviour,
OOIOO,
The Misunderstood,
DNA,
Glenn Branca,
Blancmange,
Rod Modell,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Guru Guru,
Warren Ellis,
Delta 5,
Jeff Mills,
Surgeon,
Minny Pops,
Masters at Work,
Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A.
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.