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 Botswana and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in 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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Trojans to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Agent Orange. All the underground hits.
All 8 Eyed Spy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Saints record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 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 mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minutemen,
Nirvana,
The Standells,
Wings,
The Cowsills,
Pet Shop Boys,
Niagra,
Inner City,
The Associates,
Arab on Radar,
Excepter,
The Busters,
DJ Sneak,
Mars,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Happenings,
Alton Ellis,
Parry Music,
Ultra Naté,
Anthony Braxton,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sam Rivers,
Little Man,
FM Einheit,
Gang Starr,
Chris Corsano,
Peter & Gordon,
Ituana,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Durutti Column,
Moss Icon,
Underground Resistance,
the Human League,
Ludus,
Technova,
Anakelly,
Panda Bear,
The Techniques,
The Neon Judgement,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Golliwogs,
Bizarre Inc.,
CMW,
Sound Behaviour,
Kayak,
Yaz,
Half Japanese,
The Trojans,
the Fania All-Stars,
Depeche Mode,
Alphaville,
ABBA,
Metal Thangz,
Tears for Fears,
Skriet,
Thee Headcoats,
This Heat,
U.S. Maple,
Nas,
Joey Negro,
Gang Gang Dance,
Roxy Music,
Khruangbin,
The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams.
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.