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 Taiwan and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 arpeggiator 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 The Alarm Clocks to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 H. Thieme. All the underground hits.
All Pantaleimon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Graham Central Station record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator 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 linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fire Engines,
Kayak,
Fat Boys,
Heaven 17,
Motorama,
Joy Division,
Pussy Galore,
Amon Düül,
Con Funk Shun,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Q and Not U,
The Happenings,
Kerrie Biddell,
10cc,
Tubeway Army,
PIL,
Terry Callier,
Terrestrial Tones,
Morten Harket,
Tears for Fears,
Marine Girls,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Jeff Mills,
The Fuzztones,
Bush Tetras,
Bill Wells,
Erykah Badu,
The Gun Club,
The Monochrome Set,
The Electric Prunes,
New Age Steppers,
Rod Modell,
Rosa Yemen,
Traffic Nightmare,
Skarface,
Pagans,
Gang Green,
Warren Ellis,
Icehouse,
The Smoke,
Guru Guru,
Echospace,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gang Gang Dance,
Liliput,
Jerry's Kids,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
T.S.O.L.,
Marmalade,
Ludus,
Livin' Joy,
Bill Near,
Rhythm & Sound,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Half Japanese,
Basic Channel,
UT,
Connie Case,
Laurel Aitken,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback.
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.