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 Mozambique and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the güiro 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 Unrelated Segments to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Barracudas. All the underground hits.
All Von Mondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oppenheimer Analysis 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron 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 rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Main Source,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Kinks,
Barry Ungar,
Section 25,
Echospace,
Rod Modell,
Yazoo,
Pet Shop Boys,
T.S.O.L.,
The Smoke,
OOIOO,
Todd Terry,
Shoche,
Iggy Pop,
Scrapy,
The Electric Prunes,
Neu!,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Searchers,
the Germs,
Quando Quango,
Chrome,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
World's Most,
The Martian,
Scratch Acid,
Boz Scaggs,
The Tremeloes,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
the Human League,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Harry Pussy,
Derrick May,
Josef K,
Gastr Del Sol,
Adolescents,
Moebius,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Durutti Column,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Mummies,
Aaron Thompson,
Shuggie Otis,
Bronski Beat,
Das Ding,
The Barracudas,
Neil Young,
Accadde A,
The Gladiators,
Jesper Dahlback,
Dennis Brown,
Soul II Soul,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Altered Images,
Scott Walker,
Harpers Bizarre,
John Coltrane,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light.
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.