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 Comoros and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Godley & Creme to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Pop Group. All the underground hits.
All The Litter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro 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 guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quando Quango,
JFA,
Hardrive,
The J.B.'s,
Chris & Cosey,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Easy Going,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Kaleidoscope,
Patti Smith,
Ohio Players,
The Young Rascals,
The Saints,
John Foxx,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Golliwogs,
Procol Harum,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Susan Cadogan,
Jawbox,
Icehouse,
Lakeside,
Model 500,
Al Stewart,
The Detroit Cobras,
Index,
Swell Maps,
Masters at Work,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Velvet Underground,
Schoolly D,
Main Source,
Electric Light Orchestra,
10cc,
Mo-Dettes,
Glambeats Corp.,
Loose Ends,
Delta 5,
La Düsseldorf,
Aaron Thompson,
8 Eyed Spy,
R.M.O.,
The Associates,
Absolute Body Control,
Todd Terry,
Fugazi,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Electric Prunes,
The Pretty Things,
Bluetip,
Todd Rundgren,
Davy DMX,
Gregory Isaacs,
Cluster,
Cheater Slicks,
The New Christs,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ituana,
The Fall,
China Crisis,
The Music Machine,
The Leaves,
Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols.
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.