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 Bhutan and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Derrick May to the jazz 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 Boogie Down Productions. All the underground hits.
All Sonic Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum 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 theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mad Mike,
Surgeon,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Gladiators,
Stetsasonic,
The Vogues,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Marmalade,
Supertramp,
The Divine Comedy,
Soul Sonic Force,
Kayak,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Q65,
DNA,
The Associates,
John Cale,
Faraquet,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Electric Prunes,
Soulsonic Force,
Stiv Bators,
Vladislav Delay,
The Sound,
Andrew Hill,
Fatback Band,
Joe Smooth,
David Bowie,
LL Cool J,
Radiopuhelimet,
Circle Jerks,
The Busters,
Juan Atkins,
The Golliwogs,
Kaleidoscope,
The Cramps,
kango's stein massive,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Roxette,
Gong,
Dave Gahan,
Hashim,
The Birthday Party,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Morten Harket,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lalann,
Nick Fraelich,
Jesper Dahlback,
Negative Approach,
Easy Going,
the Sonics,
Oblivians,
Marvin Gaye,
The Angels of Light,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Pharoah Sanders,
Brick,
U.S. Maple,
Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas.
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.