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 Yemen and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Mission of Burma to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Man Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Yellowson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer 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 theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minutemen,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Smiths,
Lindisfarne,
Avey Tare,
Darondo,
Kaleidoscope,
Echospace,
Desert Stars,
48th St. Collective,
Erykah Badu,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Clear Light,
Barrington Levy,
Chrome,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Pop Group,
Marvin Gaye,
Crooked Eye,
The Monochrome Set,
Gabor Szabo,
Aaron Thompson,
Juan Atkins,
Parry Music,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Brothers Johnson,
Ten City,
The Dave Clark Five,
Magma,
Tropical Tobacco,
Laurel Aitken,
The Wake,
Matthew Bourne,
The Busters,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Tim Buckley,
Cluster,
The Fire Engines,
Mandrill,
Minor Threat,
The Human League,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Smoke,
Peter and Kerry,
Kevin Saunderson,
Intrusion,
The Last Poets,
Can,
The Pretty Things,
The Blues Magoos,
Rites of Spring,
Kenny Larkin,
Eli Mardock,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Joyce Sims,
Leonard Cohen,
The Fuzztones,
Nas,
Eric Copeland,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.