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 Argentina and from Woodstock.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the snare 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Excepter. All the underground hits.
All Toni Rubio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Vogues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin 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 linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cosmic Jokers,
Black Pus,
Barclay James Harvest,
Reagan Youth,
Aswad,
Susan Cadogan,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Erasure,
Bobby Byrd,
the Human League,
Henry Cow,
Barrington Levy,
Judy Mowatt,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Zeros,
Nick Fraelich,
Talk Talk,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
the Bar-Kays,
La Düsseldorf,
Kas Product,
ABC,
Bauhaus,
Grey Daturas,
Pierre Henry,
Roy Ayers,
Soft Machine,
Boogie Down Productions,
Johnny Osbourne,
DJ Sneak,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Peter and Kerry,
Tomorrow,
Bang On A Can,
Nils Olav,
The Count Five,
Nas,
Toni Rubio,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
B.T. Express,
Matthew Bourne,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pulsallama,
Cybotron,
Gabor Szabo,
Vladislav Delay,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sugar Minott,
Roxy Music,
The Kinks,
the Germs,
Hoover,
Sound Behaviour,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lee Hazlewood,
Robert Wyatt,
Thompson Twins,
the Normal,
Scratch Acid,
Leonard Cohen,
Roger Hodgson,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Marmalade,
Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free.
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.