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 United States and from Salvador.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Gories to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Martian. All the underground hits.
All Con Funk Shun tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Morten Harket 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb 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 theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dennis Brown,
Todd Terry,
Marshall Jefferson,
Excepter,
Echospace,
Alison Limerick,
The Monks,
Tubeway Army,
The Techniques,
The Count Five,
The Young Rascals,
Colin Newman,
The Alarm Clocks,
Agitation Free,
The Barracudas,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Pretty Things,
Half Japanese,
Frankie Knuckles,
Scrapy,
Kurtis Blow,
The Fire Engines,
Erykah Badu,
Sugar Minott,
Flipper,
Flamin' Groovies,
Dave Gahan,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Hoover,
Man Eating Sloth,
New York Dolls,
Minor Threat,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gang Starr,
Cymande,
the Human League,
Ludus,
Minnie Riperton,
H. Thieme,
The Cowsills,
Erasure,
Television,
Terrestrial Tones,
Pere Ubu,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Country Teasers,
Eve St. Jones,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Byron Stingily,
Matthew Bourne,
Pole,
Bill Wells,
Marine Girls,
Soul Sonic Force,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Flesh Eaters,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Nas,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare.
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.