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 Vietnam and from Calgary.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and New York.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 The Dave Clark Five to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Christie. All the underground hits.
All Lakeside tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rosa Yemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe 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 an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Angels of Light,
Guru Guru,
Eden Ahbez,
Kerrie Biddell,
Technova,
The Grass Roots,
Adolescents,
Roxy Music,
8 Eyed Spy,
Model 500,
Newcleus,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Warsaw,
Scion,
The Music Machine,
David McCallum,
the Swans,
Funkadelic,
Cecil Taylor,
Electric Prunes,
Scott Walker,
The Monochrome Set,
Lyres,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
China Crisis,
10cc,
The Mummies,
Cheater Slicks,
Von Mondo,
The Evens,
Monks,
Groovy Waters,
the Fania All-Stars,
Swans,
The Trojans,
Sixth Finger,
Tim Buckley,
Kool Moe Dee,
Prince Buster,
The Moody Blues,
Make Up,
Rotary Connection,
The Leaves,
Blancmange,
The Blues Magoos,
Drive Like Jehu,
Terrestrial Tones,
Agent Orange,
Matthew Halsall,
Sun City Girls,
Pere Ubu,
Alton Ellis,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Aloha Tigers,
Faraquet,
the Human League,
Vainqueur,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Golliwogs,
Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry.
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.