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 Costa Rica and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Bill Wells to the jazz 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 La Düsseldorf. All the underground hits.
All Kevin Saunderson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siglo XX 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare 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 güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Eating Sloth,
Babytalk,
X-Ray Spex,
Groovy Waters,
Basic Channel,
Cluster,
Donny Hathaway,
Roy Ayers,
Underground Resistance,
Bob Dylan,
CMW,
Youth Brigade,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Offenders,
Jimmy McGriff,
Aswad,
Josef K,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Blossom Toes,
the Normal,
Freddie Wadling,
Kerri Chandler,
Desert Stars,
The Buckinghams,
Barrington Levy,
8 Eyed Spy,
Grey Daturas,
the Fania All-Stars,
Fad Gadget,
Danielle Patucci,
The Pretty Things,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Scott Walker,
The Leaves,
F. McDonald,
Matthew Bourne,
Faust,
Soft Machine,
Dark Day,
U.S. Maple,
The Cure,
Sun Ra,
The Detroit Cobras,
Television Personalities,
Sister Nancy,
Visage,
Silicon Teens,
Stereo Dub,
Michelle Simonal,
Scion,
The Motions,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Smiths,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Khruangbin,
Thee Headcoats,
Chris & Cosey,
Sparks,
Easy Going,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Drexciya,
Lebanon Hanover,
DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak.
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.