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 Albania and from Lagos.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 linndrum 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo to the crunk 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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Gregory Isaacs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & Metallica 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer 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 oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fat Boys,
The Wake,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Raincoats,
Deakin,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Music Machine,
A Certain Ratio,
The Angels of Light,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lou Christie,
Spoonie Gee,
Tropical Tobacco,
the Fania All-Stars,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Dennis Brown,
Stetsasonic,
Amon Düül,
The Grass Roots,
Charles Mingus,
Khruangbin,
The Knickerbockers,
Stockholm Monsters,
48th St. Collective,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Pagans,
Deepchord,
Tomorrow,
Sarah Menescal,
Main Source,
Todd Rundgren,
Rod Modell,
Isaac Hayes,
cv313,
John Lydon,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Monks,
The Offenders,
Liliput,
Kurtis Blow,
Sex Pistols,
Barbara Tucker,
the Normal,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Zapp,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Heaven 17,
The Fire Engines,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Toasters,
Sexual Harrassment,
Porter Ricks,
Albert Ayler,
Marc Almond,
Sandy B,
The Zeros,
Kaleidoscope,
Roxette,
Quantec,
Gastr Del Sol,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near.
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.