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 Uruguay and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 Philadelphia and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Juan Atkins to the electroclash 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 Kas Product. All the underground hits.
All Carl Craig tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ken Boothe 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron 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 clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boredoms,
Shuggie Otis,
The Moody Blues,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ohio Players,
Soul II Soul,
Jesper Dahlback,
Kevin Saunderson,
Erykah Badu,
The Stooges,
Harpers Bizarre,
Moby Grape,
Dennis Brown,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Avey Tare,
Electric Prunes,
Blake Baxter,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Mantronix,
Oneida,
Iggy Pop,
The Modern Lovers,
Skarface,
Barry Ungar,
Qualms,
Fatback Band,
Minny Pops,
Subhumans,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Techniques,
The Velvet Underground,
Bronski Beat,
The Fugs,
Eden Ahbez,
Mars,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Toasters,
Girls At Our Best!,
Janne Schatter,
Althea and Donna,
Ultimate Spinach,
Rotary Connection,
Scott Walker,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Morten Harket,
Johnny Clarke,
John Lydon,
Cal Tjader,
Young Marble Giants,
Letta Mbulu,
Thompson Twins,
Deadbeat,
DJ Sneak,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Shoche,
Eric Copeland,
Gong,
The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams.
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.