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 Malta and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 synthesizer 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 EPMD to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Dead C. All the underground hits.
All Arab on Radar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Audionom record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe 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?
The Misunderstood,
Gastr Del Sol,
Scan 7,
Mars,
The Detroit Cobras,
Technova,
Bluetip,
Schoolly D,
Iggy Pop,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gang Green,
AZ,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Human League,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gang Gang Dance,
Johnny Clarke,
Inner City,
Masters at Work,
ABC,
The Gladiators,
Erasure,
Hardrive,
Bauhaus,
Laurel Aitken,
Donald Byrd,
Wasted Youth,
Donny Hathaway,
Morten Harket,
Joe Finger,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lee Hazlewood,
Matthew Halsall,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Quadrant,
Symarip,
Funky Four + One,
Warsaw,
Excepter,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Joy Division,
Rod Modell,
Cheater Slicks,
Parry Music,
Michelle Simonal,
Massinfluence,
Marshall Jefferson,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Mary Jane Girls,
John Cale,
Al Stewart,
Man Parrish,
Q65,
48th St. Collective,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Spandau Ballet,
DJ Style,
Harmonia,
the Soft Cell,
Bobby Sherman,
Crash Course in Science,
Jeff Lynne,
Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox.
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.