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 Croatia and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Au Pairs to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Monolake. All the underground hits.
All The Black Dice tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angry Samoans 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 theremin and a guitar 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?
Donald Byrd,
Mo-Dettes,
Crime,
David Axelrod,
Chrome,
Ten City,
F. McDonald,
The Cure,
Shuggie Otis,
Malaria!,
Barrington Levy,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Grauzone,
Morten Harket,
Supertramp,
Curtis Mayfield,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Easy Going,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Infiniti,
Soulsonic Force,
Roxette,
Neil Young,
Das Ding,
The Blues Magoos,
Kurtis Blow,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Count Five,
Janne Schatter,
T.S.O.L.,
the Swans,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Mummies,
Schoolly D,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Terrestrial Tones,
Adolescents,
ABC,
David McCallum,
The Searchers,
Radio Birdman,
OOIOO,
Interpol,
Parry Music,
Bronski Beat,
B.T. Express,
Albert Ayler,
Second Layer,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ponytail,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Frankie Knuckles,
Marcia Griffiths,
Monolake,
The Doors,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gang of Four,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Golliwogs,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity.
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.