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 Eritrea and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 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 a-ha to the techno 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 Dead C. All the underground hits.
All Fat Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skarface 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro 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 rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythm & Sound,
Schoolly D,
Magazine,
Dark Day,
Isaac Hayes,
The Mojo Men,
Gastr Del Sol,
F. McDonald,
David Axelrod,
John Coltrane,
Audionom,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
ABC,
MDC,
Procol Harum,
The Leaves,
Little Man,
Kurtis Blow,
Loose Ends,
The Cowsills,
Josef K,
Nick Fraelich,
Ohio Players,
Black Moon,
the Human League,
Chrome,
Cecil Taylor,
Fugazi,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Jesper Dahlback,
Frankie Knuckles,
Alison Limerick,
Gang of Four,
The Pretty Things,
Agitation Free,
The Star Department,
This Heat,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Pet Shop Boys,
Negative Approach,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Fela Kuti,
Arab on Radar,
Aloha Tigers,
The Move,
Bush Tetras,
Vainqueur,
Pharoah Sanders,
Barrington Levy,
Carl Craig,
Urselle,
The Zeros,
Gong,
AZ,
Boredoms,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Residents,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Barry Ungar,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Inner City, Inner City, Inner City, Inner City.
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.