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 Burkina and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 theremin 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 Barbara Tucker to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sight & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar 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 güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Piero Umiliani,
Yazoo,
Radiopuhelimet,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Funkadelic,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Rosa Yemen,
Easy Going,
Suburban Knight,
The Toasters,
Saccharine Trust,
Thompson Twins,
Yellowson,
June Days,
Black Bananas,
Eddi Front,
Technova,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bush Tetras,
Josef K,
Nation of Ulysses,
Chrome,
Darondo,
The Modern Lovers,
World's Most,
Sun Ra,
Dorothy Ashby,
Liliput,
Ralphi Rosario,
June of 44,
Shoche,
Dawn Penn,
Zero Boys,
Minor Threat,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Skatalites,
Japan,
Sarah Menescal,
Goldenarms,
Sex Pistols,
The Monochrome Set,
Porter Ricks,
Cymande,
Dave Gahan,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Cluster,
Negative Approach,
Isaac Hayes,
Fat Boys,
Freddie Wadling,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Aloha Tigers,
Joensuu 1685,
Marvin Gaye,
Rod Modell,
E-Dancer,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Janne Schatter,
Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities.
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.