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 Colombia and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 A Certain Ratio to the jazz 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 Dave Gahan. All the underground hits.
All Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lightning Bolt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a rhodes and a marimba 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 mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dark Day,
Newcleus,
Soul II Soul,
John Lydon,
Roger Hodgson,
Blake Baxter,
Tomorrow,
The Moleskins,
Robert Wyatt,
Prince Buster,
Organ,
KRS-One,
Heaven 17,
Second Layer,
June Days,
The Mojo Men,
The Names,
LL Cool J,
Barclay James Harvest,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Vogues,
Scan 7,
MC5,
Goldenarms,
Max Romeo,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Arcadia,
Minnie Riperton,
Anthony Braxton,
Gang of Four,
Hot Snakes,
Traffic Nightmare,
X-101,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
David Bowie,
Black Moon,
Mo-Dettes,
Derrick Morgan,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Saints,
Radiopuhelimet,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Eve St. Jones,
Flash Fearless,
Babytalk,
The Doobie Brothers,
Minutemen,
Eddi Front,
Sugar Minott,
Black Sheep,
Reuben Wilson,
Echospace,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Last Poets,
James White and The Blacks,
H. Thieme,
Drexciya,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Model 500,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Dual Sessions,
Alison Limerick,
Spoonie Gee,
The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds.
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.