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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 marimba 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 Nation of Ulysses to the disco 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 Dead Boys. All the underground hits.
All Reuben Wilson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 linndrum and a chamberlin 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 guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Charles Mingus,
The Kinks,
Excepter,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Dave Clark Five,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Negative Approach,
Mad Mike,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Albert Ayler,
The Toasters,
Cal Tjader,
The Fortunes,
New Order,
Kenny Larkin,
Fat Boys,
The Star Department,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Evens,
Pere Ubu,
The Golliwogs,
Black Pus,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
World's Most,
Warren Ellis,
Masters at Work,
A Certain Ratio,
The Searchers,
Roger Hodgson,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gastr Del Sol,
Crash Course in Science,
Half Japanese,
Lindisfarne,
Mission of Burma,
The Names,
Fluxion,
Neu!,
Robert Hood,
Althea and Donna,
Organ,
Swell Maps,
Electric Prunes,
Maleditus Sound,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Rotary Connection,
Wolf Eyes,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Victims,
Mary Jane Girls,
John Lydon,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Girls At Our Best!,
Quadrant,
The J.B.'s,
Marc Almond,
Archie Shepp,
Zapp,
Junior Murvin,
Simply Red,
The Doobie Brothers,
K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass.
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.