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 Ivory Coast and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Absolute Body Control to the electroclash 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 Girls At Our Best!. All the underground hits.
All Ronnie Foster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every kango's stein massive 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord 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 organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
L. Decosne,
New York Dolls,
The Young Rascals,
Cybotron,
Babytalk,
The Gap Band,
The Cramps,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Young Marble Giants,
Maleditus Sound,
Grandmaster Flash,
Main Source,
Pulsallama,
Con Funk Shun,
ABBA,
The Remains,
June Days,
Motorama,
Aloha Tigers,
Make Up,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Durutti Column,
Sexual Harrassment,
Guru Guru,
Todd Terry,
Accadde A,
The Mummies,
The Dave Clark Five,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Faraquet,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Deakin,
8 Eyed Spy,
Intrusion,
Skarface,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sugar Minott,
The Selecter,
Ultravox,
the Slits,
Ohio Players,
Funky Four + One,
Hardrive,
Glenn Branca,
Sound Behaviour,
Lower 48,
Toni Rubio,
Nico,
Lyres,
the Swans,
Nirvana,
Television Personalities,
PIL,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Arcadia,
Magma,
Drexciya,
Skaos,
Q and Not U,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff.
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.