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 Belgium and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the snare 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 Crash Course in Science to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Michelle Simonal. All the underground hits.
All The Walker Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lightning Bolt 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro 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 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Foxx,
Newcleus,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Suicide,
Harpers Bizarre,
Joe Smooth,
Thee Headcoats,
Lebanon Hanover,
X-102,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Public Image Ltd.,
Oblivians,
R.M.O.,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
A Certain Ratio,
Ice-T,
Neu!,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
L. Decosne,
Wire,
Roxy Music,
The Barracudas,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Fluxion,
AZ,
Silicon Teens,
Max Romeo,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Babytalk,
the Association,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Popol Vuh,
Rites of Spring,
Jeff Lynne,
Arcadia,
Sonny Sharrock,
Organ,
DJ Sneak,
Scrapy,
Yazoo,
kango's stein massive,
Wasted Youth,
Brick,
The Skatalites,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Vogues,
Crash Course in Science,
Danielle Patucci,
EPMD,
Circle Jerks,
Monolake,
Kenny Larkin,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Derrick May,
Gabor Szabo,
Sam Rivers,
Slick Rick,
Minutemen,
Porter Ricks,
Erykah Badu,
Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead.
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.