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 Germany and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
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 Icehouse to the dance 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 Q and Not U. All the underground hits.
All Bad Manners tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Larry & the Blue Notes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron 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 linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Metal Thangz,
Radiopuhelimet,
Vainqueur,
The Fire Engines,
Outsiders,
The Knickerbockers,
Los Fastidios,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Associates,
Graham Central Station,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Cheater Slicks,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Oneida,
The Offenders,
Eric Dolphy,
Porter Ricks,
Carl Craig,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Doors,
Parry Music,
Altered Images,
Crash Course in Science,
Icehouse,
KRS-One,
Vladislav Delay,
Sugar Minott,
Bill Near,
Lakeside,
New York Dolls,
T. Rex,
Gang of Four,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Music Machine,
The Standells,
Jawbox,
Wally Richardson,
Thompson Twins,
Duran Duran,
Marc Almond,
The Real Kids,
Stiv Bators,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Count Five,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Pantaleimon,
The Fall,
Girls At Our Best!,
Oblivians,
DNA,
Country Teasers,
Bob Dylan,
The Selecter,
Pharoah Sanders,
Man Eating Sloth,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Young Rascals,
Dave Gahan,
Barrington Levy,
Scrapy,
The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men.
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.