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 Morocco and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 linndrum 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 Hashim to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 K-Klass. All the underground hits.
All Roxy Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camouflage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord 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 synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
L. Decosne,
Wasted Youth,
Chrome,
Magazine,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Joey Negro,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Associates,
The Vogues,
Roxette,
Von Mondo,
Brass Construction,
Hashim,
Agent Orange,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pierre Henry,
F. McDonald,
The Slits,
Sonic Youth,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kurtis Blow,
Ponytail,
Young Marble Giants,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bootsy Collins,
Camouflage,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Minnie Riperton,
The Fortunes,
Blossom Toes,
Bad Manners,
The Gun Club,
Robert Wyatt,
The Trojans,
Tommy Roe,
B.T. Express,
UT,
June Days,
Q and Not U,
John Holt,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Dead Boys,
The Fall,
The Motions,
Freddie Wadling,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Slackers,
Dark Day,
Unrelated Segments,
Clear Light,
the Sonics,
The Red Krayola,
Suicide,
Stereo Dub,
Fatback Band,
kango's stein massive,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ossler,
Faust,
Harpers Bizarre,
Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül.
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.