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 Bahamas and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Graham Central Station to the grunge 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 Gregory Isaacs. All the underground hits.
All Warsaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe 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 sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barry Ungar,
Janne Schatter,
The Smoke,
Slick Rick,
Das Ding,
Skarface,
Hoover,
A Certain Ratio,
The Slits,
Mad Mike,
The Tremeloes,
Circle Jerks,
D'Angelo,
Niagra,
Eli Mardock,
Panda Bear,
Basic Channel,
Cal Tjader,
Pharoah Sanders,
Tres Demented,
Sonic Youth,
The Last Poets,
Carl Craig,
Fat Boys,
Brick,
The Modern Lovers,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Cheater Slicks,
Sister Nancy,
Rekid,
Donald Byrd,
Supertramp,
Camberwell Now,
The Young Rascals,
Sonny Sharrock,
Kevin Saunderson,
Angry Samoans,
8 Eyed Spy,
Silicon Teens,
Rhythm & Sound,
Jimmy McGriff,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Soft Machine,
Ronnie Foster,
Metal Thangz,
Camouflage,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Rufus Thomas,
The Victims,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Shadows of Knight,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Doors,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Flash Fearless,
Hasil Adkins,
The Fugs,
The Remains,
London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir.
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.