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 Italy and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 John Cale to the grime 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 Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All The Neon Judgement tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Standells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 guitar and a clarinet 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 spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Porter Ricks,
Janne Schatter,
The Electric Prunes,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
the Soft Cell,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bauhaus,
The Wake,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ultravox,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
10cc,
Wolf Eyes,
Guru Guru,
Fela Kuti,
Harmonia,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Mr. Review,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Pierre Henry,
Man Parrish,
the Human League,
Mandrill,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Flash Fearless,
Camberwell Now,
Radiohead,
Nas,
DNA,
Tomorrow,
The Tremeloes,
Graham Central Station,
Amon Düül II,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
PIL,
DJ Style,
Eric B and Rakim,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Barrington Levy,
Zapp,
Erykah Badu,
Qualms,
This Heat,
Terrestrial Tones,
Aural Exciters,
Spoonie Gee,
Sugar Minott,
Ornette Coleman,
Pole,
Minny Pops,
Robert Hood,
the Normal,
Gang Starr,
Roxette,
Toni Rubio,
Byron Stingily,
Japan,
Rosa Yemen,
FM Einheit,
Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan.
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.