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 Sweden and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the 808 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 Johnny Clarke to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Wasted Youth. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Hill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Beasts of Bourbon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba 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 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?
The Slits,
Theoretical Girls,
The Happenings,
Joey Negro,
Isaac Hayes,
The Monks,
Scan 7,
The Fortunes,
Chris & Cosey,
Grandmaster Flash,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Yaz,
LL Cool J,
Drive Like Jehu,
Johnny Osbourne,
Agitation Free,
10cc,
Roxette,
Simply Red,
Popol Vuh,
Suburban Knight,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Moody Blues,
Eurythmics,
Radiopuhelimet,
Country Teasers,
The Busters,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Das Ding,
Henry Cow,
Wasted Youth,
Buzzcocks,
The Cure,
Agent Orange,
Ituana,
B.T. Express,
The Slackers,
Groovy Waters,
Masters at Work,
Urselle,
Youth Brigade,
Inner City,
Cameo,
Thompson Twins,
Eric Dolphy,
David McCallum,
Fatback Band,
Bronski Beat,
The Angels of Light,
Roger Hodgson,
Essential Logic,
Gang Green,
Mantronix,
the Association,
Can,
The Doors,
Ken Boothe,
Q65,
Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily.
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.