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 Gabon and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lille.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the oboe 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 the Slits to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Moss Icon. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erykah Badu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum 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 güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Saccharine Trust,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Model 500,
Radiohead,
Jimmy McGriff,
K-Klass,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Parry Music,
Sunsets and Hearts,
X-101,
Blancmange,
Gerry Rafferty,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Underground Resistance,
Henry Cow,
Heaven 17,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Slits,
Dave Gahan,
The Star Department,
Amazonics,
Alton Ellis,
The Count Five,
Los Fastidios,
Zapp,
Crash Course in Science,
The Knickerbockers,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lee Hazlewood,
Mad Mike,
Mantronix,
Rufus Thomas,
Robert Görl,
Black Sheep,
Bobby Womack,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Stockholm Monsters,
Thee Headcoats,
Flipper,
The Monks,
Faraquet,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Fluxion,
Eric B and Rakim,
Boredoms,
The Sisters of Mercy,
ABBA,
Sarah Menescal,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Popol Vuh,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Funkadelic,
Joensuu 1685,
Faust,
Pulsallama,
Royal Trux,
Maleditus Sound,
Amon Düül II,
Glenn Branca,
Bush Tetras,
The Raincoats,
The Doobie Brothers,
Interpol,
Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon.
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.