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 Sierra Leone and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Eyeless In Gaza to the grime 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 T.S.O.L.. All the underground hits.
All Grey Daturas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiohead record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes 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 arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Todd Terry,
Sonic Youth,
Roger Hodgson,
Los Fastidios,
Echospace,
The Barracudas,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Royal Trux,
Rakim,
Tubeway Army,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Q65,
The Happenings,
the Slits,
Fugazi,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sly & The Family Stone,
David Bowie,
Siglo XX,
Von Mondo,
the Germs,
Graham Central Station,
Prince Buster,
Althea and Donna,
Sugar Minott,
Fat Boys,
Gong,
Marine Girls,
T.S.O.L.,
Sam Rivers,
kango's stein massive,
Faraquet,
Grauzone,
China Crisis,
Roy Ayers,
Severed Heads,
Susan Cadogan,
D'Angelo,
H. Thieme,
Thompson Twins,
Groovy Waters,
The Busters,
the Sonics,
Shuggie Otis,
the Human League,
Wolf Eyes,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Hardrive,
Whodini,
Johnny Clarke,
Spoonie Gee,
The Black Dice,
The Neon Judgement,
Agent Orange,
Glambeats Corp.,
Kerrie Biddell,
Anthony Braxton,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Gap Band,
Funkadelic,
John Holt, John Holt, John Holt, John Holt.
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.