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 Argentina and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Woodstock.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Near to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Minny Pops. All the underground hits.
All Sister Nancy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Count Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb 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 spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Frankie Knuckles,
Faraquet,
Severed Heads,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Mantronix,
Gang Gang Dance,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Last Poets,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Rotary Connection,
Marshall Jefferson,
Maurizio,
kango's stein massive,
The Dave Clark Five,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Arab on Radar,
Dawn Penn,
Sun City Girls,
Blancmange,
Nirvana,
Jerry's Kids,
Derrick Morgan,
The Monks,
Curtis Mayfield,
Faust,
Robert Wyatt,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Roxy Music,
Nick Fraelich,
June of 44,
Althea and Donna,
Franke,
Colin Newman,
Fad Gadget,
Duran Duran,
Excepter,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sällskapet,
H. Thieme,
Goldenarms,
Trumans Water,
Drexciya,
Deadbeat,
Johnny Clarke,
Sister Nancy,
New York Dolls,
Livin' Joy,
Letta Mbulu,
Shoche,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Panda Bear,
Steve Hackett,
The Motions,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gang Starr,
Pharoah Sanders,
Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell.
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.