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 Tonga and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ 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 Dual Sessions to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Pylon. All the underground hits.
All The Five Americans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes 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 güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ohio Players,
Roy Ayers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Terry Callier,
Lucky Dragons,
Excepter,
Pussy Galore,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Vainqueur,
Lower 48,
The Kinks,
Procol Harum,
The Stooges,
Tommy Roe,
Crooked Eye,
Alison Limerick,
The Names,
Mantronix,
Nico,
Dawn Penn,
China Crisis,
Sixth Finger,
Max Romeo,
Yaz,
Mark Hollis,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Magma,
The Searchers,
Kerri Chandler,
Gabor Szabo,
a-ha,
Guru Guru,
Eric Copeland,
Terrestrial Tones,
Circle Jerks,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Jeru the Damaja,
Radiohead,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Soul II Soul,
Tim Buckley,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
U.S. Maple,
Grandmaster Flash,
Althea and Donna,
Spandau Ballet,
Popol Vuh,
The Angels of Light,
Trumans Water,
Sonny Sharrock,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sound Behaviour,
Gong,
Cecil Taylor,
Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw.
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.