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 Morocco and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar 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 The Motions to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Ronnie Foster. All the underground hits.
All Flash Fearless tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultramagnetic MC's record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 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 mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Prince Buster,
Aloha Tigers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Frankie Knuckles,
U.S. Maple,
Steve Hackett,
DNA,
Anthony Braxton,
Pole,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Associates,
Amon Düül II,
Qualms,
Ultravox,
Lindisfarne,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Gories,
Suburban Knight,
Jesper Dahlback,
June Days,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Unrelated Segments,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Niagra,
Deepchord,
UT,
Eurythmics,
DJ Style,
The Angels of Light,
The Human League,
The Victims,
The Beau Brummels,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lungfish,
The Alarm Clocks,
X-101,
Oneida,
Sparks,
Marc Almond,
Gil Scott Heron,
Pantytec,
Spoonie Gee,
Boz Scaggs,
Joe Smooth,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Radiohead,
JFA,
Thompson Twins,
Monks,
Popol Vuh,
Wings,
Maleditus Sound,
Black Moon,
Monolake,
Severed Heads,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Royal Trux,
Outsiders,
Don Cherry,
The Five Americans,
The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans.
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.