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 Malaysia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Busters to the techno 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel. All the underground hits.
All Public Image Ltd. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every In Retrospect record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 marimba and a linndrum 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 arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eddi Front,
Basic Channel,
Pussy Galore,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Intrusion,
Robert Wyatt,
Quadrant,
The Raincoats,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ultravox,
Niagra,
Tres Demented,
Index,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Supertramp,
Aloha Tigers,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Aswad,
John Foxx,
Lightning Bolt,
Gichy Dan,
Ralphi Rosario,
Rufus Thomas,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Man Eating Sloth,
Slick Rick,
The Toasters,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
PIL,
Rekid,
Shuggie Otis,
Magazine,
Rakim,
Suicide,
Man Parrish,
Youth Brigade,
Brand Nubian,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Y Pants,
UT,
The Selecter,
Drive Like Jehu,
Derrick May,
Half Japanese,
Skriet,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Arthur Verocai,
Electric Prunes,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Animal Collective,
Panda Bear,
Davy DMX,
the Bar-Kays,
Spandau Ballet,
Eve St. Jones,
China Crisis,
Mark Hollis,
Lower 48,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Interpol,
The Electric Prunes,
Thompson Twins,
Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail.
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.