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 Toronto.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Panda Bear to the funk 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 Yellowson. All the underground hits.
All Mandrill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Babytalk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 guitar and a güiro 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 an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Shadows of Knight,
Ossler,
Johnny Osbourne,
Tres Demented,
Fugazi,
Reagan Youth,
Magma,
Simply Red,
Ken Boothe,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ronnie Foster,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Darondo,
the Normal,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
James White and The Blacks,
Soul II Soul,
Slick Rick,
Jeff Mills,
Michelle Simonal,
Eve St. Jones,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Alton Ellis,
Livin' Joy,
Sonny Sharrock,
New York Dolls,
Man Parrish,
Radiohead,
Goldenarms,
Depeche Mode,
Lungfish,
Yellowson,
Wasted Youth,
Max Romeo,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Funky Four + One,
Interpol,
Flash Fearless,
The Divine Comedy,
Warren Ellis,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Archie Shepp,
The Birthday Party,
Bootsy Collins,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Crime,
The Fire Engines,
The Dead C,
The Golliwogs,
Bill Near,
ABBA,
CMW,
The Real Kids,
The Associates,
X-Ray Spex,
The Fugs,
Motorama,
Bizarre Inc.,
Morten Harket,
Warsaw,
Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron.
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.