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 Uzbekistan and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Gladiators to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Marmalade. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlback tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacob Miller record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba 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 a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Audionom,
The Divine Comedy,
Eurythmics,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Cybotron,
The Monochrome Set,
Minor Threat,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Dual Sessions,
The Real Kids,
Groovy Waters,
The Offenders,
Iggy Pop,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Mo-Dettes,
June of 44,
K-Klass,
Sonic Youth,
Minutemen,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gang Starr,
Flipper,
The Cowsills,
Marmalade,
Magma,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Terry Callier,
Mr. Review,
the Germs,
Aloha Tigers,
Derrick Morgan,
Duran Duran,
The New Christs,
Sam Rivers,
Malaria!,
Black Sheep,
Bronski Beat,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Derrick May,
Sixth Finger,
Cheater Slicks,
Unrelated Segments,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Velvet Underground,
Bizarre Inc.,
Stiv Bators,
Henry Cow,
The Grass Roots,
Dave Gahan,
Dawn Penn,
The Motions,
Joey Negro,
La Düsseldorf,
Althea and Donna,
Tubeway Army,
Saccharine Trust,
Amon Düül,
Alton Ellis,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Pulsallama,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style.
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.