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 Ukraine and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Wally Richardson to the crunk 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 Ten City. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hasil Adkins 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord 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 synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
L. Decosne,
Kaleidoscope,
DNA,
Supertramp,
Tears for Fears,
Television Personalities,
Bang On A Can,
Soul II Soul,
Traffic Nightmare,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Cybotron,
Black Sheep,
Bootsy Collins,
The Cure,
Girls At Our Best!,
a-ha,
Groovy Waters,
Freddie Wadling,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Brass Construction,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Popol Vuh,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lou Christie,
The Smoke,
Chris & Cosey,
Delon & Dalcan,
David Axelrod,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sonny Sharrock,
Cheater Slicks,
X-Ray Spex,
Grandmaster Flash,
Josef K,
Blake Baxter,
Porter Ricks,
Frankie Knuckles,
Zero Boys,
Joe Finger,
Anthony Braxton,
Silicon Teens,
The Doors,
Accadde A,
Drexciya,
Organ,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lungfish,
Thee Headcoats,
Isaac Hayes,
the Germs,
Dorothy Ashby,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gerry Rafferty,
Young Marble Giants,
Neil Young,
The Invisible,
Audionom,
Pylon,
Donald Byrd,
Faust,
Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur.
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.