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 Syria and from Taipei.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Nik Kershaw to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sun City Girls. All the underground hits.
All T.S.O.L. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rakim 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer 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 theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Tommy Roe,
Shuggie Otis,
The Barracudas,
The Young Rascals,
Agitation Free,
Mr. Review,
Kayak,
Banda Bassotti,
Intrusion,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Scott Walker,
Arcadia,
The Fugs,
Boz Scaggs,
Minutemen,
John Holt,
Sällskapet,
Lou Reed,
Groovy Waters,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bobby Byrd,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Tom Boy,
Masters at Work,
Traffic Nightmare,
Cecil Taylor,
Joey Negro,
Babytalk,
The Smiths,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Danielle Patucci,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Infiniti,
Roger Hodgson,
New Age Steppers,
Rufus Thomas,
Pylon,
Public Enemy,
Goldenarms,
Marcia Griffiths,
Man Eating Sloth,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Human League,
Sarah Menescal,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Divine Comedy,
Black Bananas,
Vainqueur,
The Dead C,
Harry Pussy,
Joyce Sims,
Ice-T,
Henry Cow,
Pole,
Laurel Aitken,
Steve Hackett,
Joensuu 1685,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kevin Saunderson,
Cymande,
Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith.
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.