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 Benin and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Fluxion to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Second Layer. All the underground hits.
All Ultravox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aswad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet 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 snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Beasts of Bourbon,
Funky Four + One,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gang Gang Dance,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Supertramp,
Ronan,
Kerrie Biddell,
Fear,
The Fuzztones,
Los Fastidios,
Rod Modell,
Smog,
One Last Wish,
Todd Terry,
Blake Baxter,
Marc Almond,
Monolake,
DJ Sneak,
The Birthday Party,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Zero Boys,
Metal Thangz,
Siglo XX,
Hoover,
Nation of Ulysses,
Index,
Derrick May,
Absolute Body Control,
Peter and Kerry,
Matthew Bourne,
Slave,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
David Axelrod,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Dual Sessions,
Stockholm Monsters,
Desert Stars,
The Saints,
Pet Shop Boys,
E-Dancer,
Spandau Ballet,
The Happenings,
The Cowsills,
Leonard Cohen,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Robert Görl,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Eric B and Rakim,
Drive Like Jehu,
Anthony Braxton,
Brand Nubian,
the Slits,
Interpol,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Index,
Excepter,
Althea and Donna,
Cecil Taylor,
The Young Rascals,
Skarface, Skarface, Skarface, Skarface.
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.