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 Japan and from Cairo.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 The Invisible to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Nik Kershaw. All the underground hits.
All Roger Hodgson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shoche record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare 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 güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Stooges,
Drive Like Jehu,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Agitation Free,
Lakeside,
Stereo Dub,
The Saints,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Mo-Dettes,
Alison Limerick,
Nico,
Steve Hackett,
JFA,
Warsaw,
Wire,
Cecil Taylor,
John Holt,
Niagra,
X-102,
OOIOO,
Rufus Thomas,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Wings,
Deakin,
Tubeway Army,
Henry Cow,
Andrew Hill,
Blancmange,
Vladislav Delay,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Eric Copeland,
Schoolly D,
Pagans,
Tommy Roe,
Godley & Creme,
Gil Scott Heron,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Birthday Party,
The Remains,
The Mummies,
Q and Not U,
Youth Brigade,
Delta 5,
Echospace,
James White and The Blacks,
Al Stewart,
Marc Almond,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gichy Dan,
Minor Threat,
Ossler,
Todd Rundgren,
Roxy Music,
Essential Logic,
The Young Rascals,
Fat Boys,
Sun City Girls,
Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby.
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.