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 Guinea and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 These Immortal Souls to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Nation of Ulysses. All the underground hits.
All Steve Hackett tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an organ and a clarinet 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 organ and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drive Like Jehu,
Erasure,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Wire,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Unrelated Segments,
T.S.O.L.,
Jawbox,
EPMD,
the Normal,
Mad Mike,
Banda Bassotti,
Buzzcocks,
Tom Boy,
Al Stewart,
Delon & Dalcan,
Technova,
The Moody Blues,
The Martian,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Swell Maps,
The Wake,
Livin' Joy,
Hot Snakes,
Arcadia,
Bluetip,
The Trojans,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Porter Ricks,
Harpers Bizarre,
Goldenarms,
Clear Light,
Stereo Dub,
Godley & Creme,
The Leaves,
Tubeway Army,
Roxy Music,
Vainqueur,
Duran Duran,
Sandy B,
The Pretty Things,
Jesper Dahlback,
Man Parrish,
the Germs,
Pulsallama,
Reagan Youth,
Gichy Dan,
Lindisfarne,
Quantec,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Darondo,
Gerry Rafferty,
The United States of America,
The Remains,
Altered Images,
10cc,
UT,
The Blues Magoos,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Radiopuhelimet,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth.
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.