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 Kiribati and from Calgary.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the snare 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 Fuzztones to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Cybotron. All the underground hits.
All Sugar Minott tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The United States of America record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes 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 chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Laurel Aitken,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gregory Isaacs,
Al Stewart,
Warsaw,
Tubeway Army,
Bush Tetras,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
These Immortal Souls,
Excepter,
Fatback Band,
Robert Wyatt,
John Cale,
Slave,
Monks,
Thee Headcoats,
Groovy Waters,
Lucky Dragons,
X-101,
Ponytail,
Quadrant,
Spandau Ballet,
Girls At Our Best!,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Scott Walker,
Motorama,
Half Japanese,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sexual Harrassment,
Drexciya,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lou Reed,
T.S.O.L.,
Talk Talk,
K-Klass,
Can,
Sonic Youth,
The Sound,
The Modern Lovers,
Graham Central Station,
The Gap Band,
Minny Pops,
Ossler,
Basic Channel,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Popol Vuh,
Donald Byrd,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ronnie Foster,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Fear,
Joy Division,
Soul II Soul,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
the Bar-Kays,
Wally Richardson,
The Invisible,
Tomorrow,
Fela Kuti,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lower 48,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane.
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.