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 India and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax 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 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 Robert Palmer 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 Oneida 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 Curtis Mayfield. All the underground hits.
All Lou Christie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quando Quango record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar 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 guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marshall Jefferson,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Brick,
Guru Guru,
David Bowie,
Pulsallama,
Todd Terry,
The Fall,
Sun City Girls,
The Seeds,
Interpol,
Liliput,
Newcleus,
Crispy Ambulance,
Fela Kuti,
The New Christs,
Pierre Henry,
Camouflage,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
David McCallum,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Radio Birdman,
Dave Gahan,
The Techniques,
The Angels of Light,
Vladislav Delay,
The Vogues,
Scan 7,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Nick Fraelich,
James White and The Blacks,
Rufus Thomas,
kango's stein massive,
Hashim,
The Golliwogs,
Dennis Brown,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
KRS-One,
Max Romeo,
Eddi Front,
X-101,
Index,
The Zeros,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Leonard Cohen,
The Knickerbockers,
Steve Hackett,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Cure,
Deakin,
Fear,
Graham Central Station,
Black Moon,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Skriet,
The Happenings,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Cameo,
a-ha,
FM Einheit,
the Sonics,
The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club.
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.