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 Brunei and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 Accra and Milan.
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 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 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alton Ellis 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar 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 chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Steve Hackett,
Suburban Knight,
Flipper,
Fela Kuti,
Harry Pussy,
Blossom Toes,
The Detroit Cobras,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Black Dice,
The Invisible,
Whodini,
Gastr Del Sol,
the Human League,
Rotary Connection,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The American Breed,
The Sound,
DNA,
Deepchord,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Minny Pops,
Roger Hodgson,
Loose Ends,
David Axelrod,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Toasters,
Au Pairs,
Index,
Jandek,
Fatback Band,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Jesper Dahlback,
Reagan Youth,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Radiohead,
Warsaw,
Make Up,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Angels of Light,
CMW,
The Gap Band,
World's Most,
Lightning Bolt,
The Blackbyrds,
Lalo Schifrin,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Jeru the Damaja,
Pharoah Sanders,
Janne Schatter,
Donny Hathaway,
New Age Steppers,
Cymande,
DJ Style,
Heaven 17,
Leonard Cohen,
Rod Modell,
Tears for Fears,
the Slits,
Bang On A Can,
The Residents,
Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle.
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.