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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Manchester.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 mellotron 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 Rekid to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Mary Jane Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron 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 rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Adolescents,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Aswad,
Arthur Verocai,
Motorama,
Bush Tetras,
The Neon Judgement,
Pere Ubu,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ronan,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Cameo,
Los Fastidios,
Howard Jones,
The Fuzztones,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Cybotron,
ABBA,
Siglo XX,
The Golliwogs,
Boredoms,
Sonic Youth,
The Litter,
Drexciya,
Kerri Chandler,
Bad Manners,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Fortunes,
Goldenarms,
Sparks,
Black Flag,
Sister Nancy,
Alice Coltrane,
Mo-Dettes,
Dual Sessions,
Royal Trux,
Sixth Finger,
Erykah Badu,
Nils Olav,
The Fall,
the Normal,
Von Mondo,
The Victims,
Pet Shop Boys,
Archie Shepp,
Rakim,
Depeche Mode,
Roy Ayers,
Rufus Thomas,
Tomorrow,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gong,
Wire,
Subhumans,
Girls At Our Best!,
EPMD,
Tom Boy,
Stiv Bators,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
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.