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 Tuvalu and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Black Dice to the disco 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 Yazoo. All the underground hits.
All The Dirtbombs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mission of Burma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin 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 clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
U.S. Maple,
Rosa Yemen,
The Vogues,
Theoretical Girls,
The Gun Club,
Funkadelic,
Jerry's Kids,
Liliput,
Darondo,
Lou Christie,
Piero Umiliani,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Saccharine Trust,
Mission of Burma,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Litter,
Albert Ayler,
Jandek,
Von Mondo,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Kurtis Blow,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Monochrome Set,
The Shadows of Knight,
Pantaleimon,
New Age Steppers,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Pussy Galore,
Pharoah Sanders,
Newcleus,
Oneida,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Jerry Gold Smith,
La Düsseldorf,
Max Romeo,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Cheater Slicks,
The Residents,
Lucky Dragons,
Janne Schatter,
The Divine Comedy,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Mark Hollis,
Agitation Free,
10cc,
Throbbing Gristle,
Zero Boys,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Marine Girls,
Carl Craig,
Warsaw,
Mantronix,
Panda Bear,
Lyres,
Glenn Branca,
The Names,
Alton Ellis,
Bobby Sherman,
The Sound,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs.
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.