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 Zambia and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 chamberlin 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 Clear Light 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 Suicide. All the underground hits.
All Animal Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Skatalites record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 sitar and a harpsichord 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 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Brand Nubian,
Chris & Cosey,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sister Nancy,
The Motions,
Simply Red,
Steve Hackett,
Howard Jones,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gang Green,
Liliput,
Crispian St. Peters,
Rufus Thomas,
Kool Moe Dee,
Jandek,
Quando Quango,
The Smoke,
Ten City,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Hot Snakes,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Dead Boys,
The Litter,
Alphaville,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Reuben Wilson,
the Bar-Kays,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Todd Rundgren,
Symarip,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Fugazi,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
PIL,
Arthur Verocai,
Eddi Front,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lou Reed,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Cluster,
Bush Tetras,
Yusef Lateef,
Arcadia,
Adolescents,
the Germs,
Jacques Brel,
48th St. Collective,
Barbara Tucker,
The Happenings,
the Slits,
Dennis Brown,
The Star Department,
K-Klass,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Alarm Clocks,
Mary Jane Girls,
Minnie Riperton,
Camberwell Now,
Unrelated Segments,
Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry.
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.