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 Eritrea and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Tomorrow to the rock 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 Faust. All the underground hits.
All FM Einheit tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer 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 rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Germs,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Hoover,
The Seeds,
Sonny Sharrock,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Aaron Thompson,
MC5,
The Standells,
Duran Duran,
Amon Düül II,
Sound Behaviour,
Newcleus,
Franke,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
the Sonics,
Nas,
Fela Kuti,
The Beau Brummels,
Youth Brigade,
Bobby Womack,
Massinfluence,
Byron Stingily,
Quando Quango,
The Monochrome Set,
Gastr Del Sol,
Susan Cadogan,
Adolescents,
Jacob Miller,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Donald Byrd,
Soft Cell,
Aural Exciters,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Sonics,
Altered Images,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
cv313,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bang On A Can,
Swans,
The Alarm Clocks,
David Bowie,
Q and Not U,
Cal Tjader,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Yusef Lateef,
Reagan Youth,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pussy Galore,
Spandau Ballet,
Scrapy,
The Fortunes,
The Modern Lovers,
Ludus,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Talk Talk,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Theoretical Girls,
Marine Girls,
U.S. Maple,
The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds.
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.