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 Ethiopia and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Sonny Sharrock to the electroclash 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 Lou Reed & John Cale. All the underground hits.
All The Buckinghams tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum 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 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Magma,
Make Up,
Ultra Naté,
Mandrill,
Public Enemy,
Mark Hollis,
The Count Five,
Barry Ungar,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Charles Mingus,
Gong,
Maleditus Sound,
the Fania All-Stars,
Jeru the Damaja,
Motorama,
Blossom Toes,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lalo Schifrin,
Los Fastidios,
Fluxion,
Godley & Creme,
Sonny Sharrock,
Marc Almond,
Siglo XX,
The Blackbyrds,
Trumans Water,
Panda Bear,
Agitation Free,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Durutti Column,
Soul II Soul,
OOIOO,
Robert Wyatt,
Althea and Donna,
Soulsonic Force,
Man Parrish,
Rod Modell,
The Dave Clark Five,
Susan Cadogan,
Rotary Connection,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Martian,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gerry Rafferty,
Absolute Body Control,
Porter Ricks,
Lungfish,
Lightning Bolt,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gil Scott Heron,
T.S.O.L.,
Brass Construction,
Y Pants,
Robert Görl,
Hashim,
L. Decosne,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ice-T,
Yellowson,
Blake Baxter,
Theoretical Girls,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
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.