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 Turkmenistan and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 It's A Beautiful Day to the rock 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 Ice-T. All the underground hits.
All Sonny Sharrock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlback 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin 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 guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Gang Dance,
The Monochrome Set,
Eddi Front,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Letta Mbulu,
Gerry Rafferty,
Susan Cadogan,
The Selecter,
Sarah Menescal,
The American Breed,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Kayak,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ornette Coleman,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Deepchord,
Marcia Griffiths,
Delon & Dalcan,
New Order,
Pere Ubu,
Robert Görl,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Icehouse,
Cameo,
The Cowsills,
Underground Resistance,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Fuzztones,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Soft Machine,
Silicon Teens,
Moby Grape,
The Kinks,
Harry Pussy,
CMW,
Zero Boys,
Pantytec,
Johnny Clarke,
The Fall,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sandy B,
Blossom Toes,
The Angels of Light,
Groovy Waters,
Gabor Szabo,
Thompson Twins,
The Fire Engines,
Mo-Dettes,
The Divine Comedy,
Dorothy Ashby,
Average White Band,
Bluetip,
Barclay James Harvest,
John Lydon,
Amazonics,
The Residents,
The Index,
Lalann,
Lightning Bolt,
Rod Modell,
the Swans,
Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron.
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.