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 Grenada and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Kerrie Biddell to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Charles Mingus. All the underground hits.
All The Mummies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Certain Ratio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes 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 guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Soft Cell,
Echospace,
Swell Maps,
These Immortal Souls,
Amazonics,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Count Five,
Nils Olav,
The Kinks,
Todd Terry,
The Vogues,
PIL,
Cymande,
Lyres,
Ultra Naté,
Organ,
Eurythmics,
The Young Rascals,
Icehouse,
Mo-Dettes,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Crime,
Tropical Tobacco,
China Crisis,
Barrington Levy,
Zero Boys,
Loose Ends,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Visage,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Minor Threat,
Pantytec,
Cheater Slicks,
Peter and Kerry,
Alison Limerick,
Ash Ra Tempel,
U.S. Maple,
Bootsy Collins,
Infiniti,
Jeff Mills,
The Angels of Light,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bush Tetras,
Underground Resistance,
Hardrive,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sandy B,
Bang On A Can,
Talk Talk,
Yaz,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Rapeman,
Neu!,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Birthday Party,
Alphaville,
Donny Hathaway,
Warsaw,
Tears for Fears,
The Names,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx.
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.