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 Kazakhstan and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Bobby Womack to the disco 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 Black Sheep. All the underground hits.
All Colin Newman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aaron Thompson 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin 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 synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moleskins,
The United States of America,
The Pretty Things,
The Pop Group,
Patti Smith,
The Fugs,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Derrick Morgan,
Ronnie Foster,
Accadde A,
Charles Mingus,
Von Mondo,
The Neon Judgement,
Unwound,
The Techniques,
Freddie Wadling,
The Skatalites,
a-ha,
Das Ding,
Swell Maps,
Stereo Dub,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Prince Buster,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Kinks,
The Modern Lovers,
Flamin' Groovies,
Arthur Verocai,
Roger Hodgson,
The Searchers,
Jimmy McGriff,
Colin Newman,
The Gun Club,
Suburban Knight,
Rhythm & Sound,
Amazonics,
Y Pants,
Siglo XX,
Desert Stars,
Kayak,
Hasil Adkins,
Erykah Badu,
Magazine,
Urselle,
Morten Harket,
Buzzcocks,
Stockholm Monsters,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Pantaleimon,
Ultravox,
Gong,
Big Daddy Kane,
June of 44,
DJ Sneak,
Cecil Taylor,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Electric Prunes,
Joy Division,
the Slits,
The Litter, The Litter, The Litter, The Litter.
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.