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 Bulgaria and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Minnie Riperton to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Joe Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flash Fearless record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ 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 theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Charles Mingus,
Bootsy Collins,
Silicon Teens,
Letta Mbulu,
Nils Olav,
T. Rex,
MDC,
Pet Shop Boys,
Boredoms,
Jeru the Damaja,
Man Parrish,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Steve Hackett,
Robert Wyatt,
Electric Prunes,
Kaleidoscope,
Stiv Bators,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pere Ubu,
Accadde A,
Audionom,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Skriet,
Black Pus,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sarah Menescal,
Gang Gang Dance,
Marmalade,
Cecil Taylor,
Con Funk Shun,
Fugazi,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ice-T,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Eddi Front,
Rosa Yemen,
Don Cherry,
The Evens,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Chris Corsano,
The Doobie Brothers,
Warren Ellis,
The Durutti Column,
Easy Going,
Pharoah Sanders,
Marcia Griffiths,
Toni Rubio,
10cc,
Boz Scaggs,
The Zeros,
Susan Cadogan,
One Last Wish,
Flamin' Groovies,
David Bowie,
Donny Hathaway,
Erykah Badu,
Soul Sonic Force,
Hot Snakes,
Sparks,
Rhythm & Sound,
Brick,
The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders.
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.