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 Maldives and from Edmonton.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks to the dance 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 Zapp. All the underground hits.
All The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every London Community Gospel Choir record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar 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 snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
World's Most,
The Monochrome Set,
Donald Byrd,
Joyce Sims,
Ice-T,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ludus,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Doors,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Skaos,
Sexual Harrassment,
Suicide,
Audionom,
Ultra Naté,
Silicon Teens,
Spandau Ballet,
Public Image Ltd.,
Zero Boys,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Organ,
Marshall Jefferson,
Crispy Ambulance,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Nas,
The Mojo Men,
Glambeats Corp.,
Q and Not U,
Prince Buster,
The Dead C,
Amazonics,
Newcleus,
Kayak,
Lungfish,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Reuben Wilson,
Gang Green,
Siglo XX,
Jacob Miller,
The Vogues,
Boredoms,
Intrusion,
Soft Machine,
Brand Nubian,
The Evens,
The Real Kids,
Danielle Patucci,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Jeff Mills,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bobby Womack,
Sparks,
Skarface,
John Lydon,
Matthew Halsall,
The Index, The Index, The Index, The Index.
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.