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 Haiti and from Hong Kong.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Pierre Henry to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Wings. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crash Course in Science 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin 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 spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siglo XX,
Reagan Youth,
F. McDonald,
New Order,
Grey Daturas,
Marmalade,
June Days,
Cal Tjader,
Gang Gang Dance,
Soul II Soul,
Crime,
Barrington Levy,
The Associates,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sister Nancy,
World's Most,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
the Association,
John Foxx,
Stereo Dub,
Delon & Dalcan,
Toni Rubio,
Unrelated Segments,
B.T. Express,
Von Mondo,
Gang Green,
Tropical Tobacco,
MDC,
Rhythm & Sound,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Judy Mowatt,
Bobbi Humphrey,
June of 44,
Fad Gadget,
The Angels of Light,
Ohio Players,
The Electric Prunes,
Basic Channel,
Brand Nubian,
The Buckinghams,
Aural Exciters,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Heaven 17,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Quando Quango,
Essential Logic,
Rites of Spring,
Terrestrial Tones,
Funkadelic,
Stockholm Monsters,
Josef K,
The Cure,
Mission of Burma,
The Black Dice,
Barry Ungar,
The Names,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lalo Schifrin,
Andrew Hill,
The Remains, The Remains, The Remains, The Remains.
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.