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 Italy and from Delhi.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 organ 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 Hashim to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All Janne Schatter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mission of Burma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum 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 linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Desert Stars,
Ice-T,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Standells,
Al Stewart,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Half Japanese,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Throbbing Gristle,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Fluxion,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
MDC,
Skriet,
T. Rex,
Nirvana,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Inner City,
John Foxx,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Von Mondo,
Black Pus,
Minutemen,
Laurel Aitken,
Cal Tjader,
The Techniques,
Wings,
Black Sheep,
Jacob Miller,
Bang On A Can,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Pulsallama,
Dennis Brown,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Fuzztones,
Trumans Water,
Subhumans,
Tim Buckley,
Funky Four + One,
Grey Daturas,
U.S. Maple,
The Dave Clark Five,
Neu!,
The Toasters,
Kerrie Biddell,
Massinfluence,
Yazoo,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Amon Düül II,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Sonics,
Steve Hackett,
The Detroit Cobras,
ABC,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Moebius,
Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson.
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.