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 Jamaica and from Madrid.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Bologna.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the 808 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 Panda Bear to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Newcleus. All the underground hits.
All Barclay James Harvest tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camberwell Now record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron 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 linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra,
Boredoms,
Intrusion,
Gastr Del Sol,
Franke,
The Shadows of Knight,
Trumans Water,
Ohio Players,
Tomorrow,
Bauhaus,
Eric Dolphy,
Marmalade,
Aloha Tigers,
Joey Negro,
Qualms,
Joe Smooth,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Alice Coltrane,
The Durutti Column,
Q and Not U,
The Invisible,
Mission of Burma,
The Alarm Clocks,
James White and The Blacks,
Zero Boys,
The Raincoats,
Black Bananas,
The Detroit Cobras,
Tears for Fears,
The Walker Brothers,
John Cale,
Maleditus Sound,
Vladislav Delay,
Gregory Isaacs,
Zapp,
The Music Machine,
Faust,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Kerrie Biddell,
Todd Terry,
Jeff Mills,
Steve Hackett,
This Heat,
Robert Görl,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Delta 5,
Television,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Sisters of Mercy,
A Certain Ratio,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Soft Machine,
Al Stewart,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Donny Hathaway,
Rites of Spring,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Hardrive,
Nico,
Lakeside,
Peter and Kerry,
Crime,
The Electric Prunes,
Soulsonic Force,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
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.