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 Montenegro and from Seoul.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Human League to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Max Romeo. All the underground hits.
All EPMD tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grauzone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 snare and a theremin 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 mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott Heron,
Hoover,
Malaria!,
Bronski Beat,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Circle Jerks,
Lower 48,
Harmonia,
Underground Resistance,
Das Ding,
Japan,
Jacob Miller,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Grey Daturas,
New York Dolls,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Spoonie Gee,
The Mummies,
Juan Atkins,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Nik Kershaw,
Josef K,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
the Bar-Kays,
Marvin Gaye,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Fatback Band,
Marmalade,
The Selecter,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Aloha Tigers,
Bauhaus,
Dorothy Ashby,
the Sonics,
Technova,
The Saints,
Essential Logic,
The Names,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Slick Rick,
Eddi Front,
Niagra,
Model 500,
the Slits,
Derrick Morgan,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sarah Menescal,
These Immortal Souls,
Saccharine Trust,
Radio Birdman,
Todd Rundgren,
Gregory Isaacs,
James White and The Blacks,
Faust,
Stiv Bators,
Idris Muhammad,
Traffic Nightmare,
Laurel Aitken,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department.
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.