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 Nauru and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Blancmange to the electroclash 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 David Axelrod. All the underground hits.
All Rod Modell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angry Samoans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin 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 organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Vogues,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Moby Grape,
Reagan Youth,
Erykah Badu,
Sun Ra,
Kurtis Blow,
Eric Dolphy,
The Moody Blues,
Lucky Dragons,
Nas,
Sugar Minott,
Barry Ungar,
Ultra Naté,
Davy DMX,
Depeche Mode,
AZ,
Marc Almond,
Schoolly D,
Bill Wells,
John Coltrane,
The Associates,
Man Parrish,
Sarah Menescal,
Roxette,
Ten City,
Flash Fearless,
The American Breed,
Sällskapet,
Niagra,
Visage,
Black Pus,
John Holt,
Prince Buster,
Bootsy Collins,
Don Cherry,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bluetip,
The Mummies,
the Swans,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Fuzztones,
The Last Poets,
Main Source,
Rekid,
Yazoo,
Flipper,
ABC,
Soul II Soul,
Pierre Henry,
Groovy Waters,
Infiniti,
Stockholm Monsters,
Jacob Miller,
The Walker Brothers,
Connie Case,
MDC,
The Pop Group,
Excepter, Excepter, Excepter, Excepter.
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.