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 Thailand and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
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 Desert Stars to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sparks. All the underground hits.
All Mark Hollis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an oboe 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 clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Iggy Pop,
Gichy Dan,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Index,
Neu!,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
CMW,
Gabor Szabo,
The Leaves,
The Alarm Clocks,
Soul Sonic Force,
Alice Coltrane,
The Pretty Things,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Nirvana,
Underground Resistance,
DJ Style,
The Cowsills,
John Foxx,
Model 500,
The Seeds,
Jeff Mills,
Roger Hodgson,
Black Moon,
Connie Case,
Bill Wells,
The Blues Magoos,
Sugar Minott,
The Standells,
Rites of Spring,
Motorama,
In Retrospect,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Terry Callier,
Maurizio,
Yusef Lateef,
Fear,
FM Einheit,
Swans,
Technova,
Television,
Dave Gahan,
OOIOO,
Peter & Gordon,
Negative Approach,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Judy Mowatt,
Anthony Braxton,
Josef K,
The Real Kids,
Black Flag,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Blancmange,
Peter and Kerry,
The Golliwogs,
Chris & Cosey,
The Vogues,
Moby Grape,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Count Five,
ABBA,
Heaven 17,
Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs.
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.