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 East Timor and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Can to the grime 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo. All the underground hits.
All Sister Nancy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharoah Sanders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare 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 linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Associates,
Subhumans,
Crooked Eye,
Sex Pistols,
Little Man,
Oneida,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Saccharine Trust,
The Star Department,
Gerry Rafferty,
Quadrant,
Hashim,
Trumans Water,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Kinks,
Kevin Saunderson,
Eric B and Rakim,
PIL,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Remains,
Derrick May,
Byron Stingily,
Black Pus,
Barclay James Harvest,
Desert Stars,
Funky Four + One,
Mr. Review,
Mary Jane Girls,
Brothers Johnson,
Section 25,
Fear,
Supertramp,
The Fugs,
Duran Duran,
Adolescents,
Audionom,
Yellowson,
Camouflage,
Minny Pops,
The Knickerbockers,
Nik Kershaw,
Albert Ayler,
Slick Rick,
Crash Course in Science,
Steve Hackett,
F. McDonald,
Flipper,
Tears for Fears,
The Gun Club,
Harmonia,
Glambeats Corp.,
Henry Cow,
the Bar-Kays,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Urselle,
Bronski Beat,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bobby Sherman,
Black Sheep,
Cal Tjader,
Dark Day,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks.
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.