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 Korea North and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 ABBA to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 London Community Gospel Choir. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe 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 synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Mary Jane Girls,
Eden Ahbez,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Second Layer,
Alton Ellis,
Minutemen,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Five Americans,
Camberwell Now,
The Tremeloes,
Bauhaus,
Robert Görl,
Ice-T,
Laurel Aitken,
The Residents,
Ituana,
Black Pus,
The Index,
Cluster,
The Count Five,
Wasted Youth,
Rekid,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Delta 5,
Hot Snakes,
Cecil Taylor,
Niagra,
Gabor Szabo,
The Electric Prunes,
Brick,
B.T. Express,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Newcleus,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Dave Gahan,
The Grass Roots,
Cymande,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Curtis Mayfield,
a-ha,
Hasil Adkins,
Rakim,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Misunderstood,
Section 25,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Trojans,
Easy Going,
Con Funk Shun,
Surgeon,
Ultra Naté,
Interpol,
In Retrospect,
Yazoo,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The American Breed,
The Offenders,
Flipper,
Drexciya,
Mission of Burma,
Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring.
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.