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 Bahamas and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Infiniti to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Zeros. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agitation Free record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 güiro and a clarinet 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 oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Wyatt,
Tears for Fears,
Skarface,
Wire,
Con Funk Shun,
The Barracudas,
The Cure,
The Searchers,
The Slackers,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Dead C,
Rosa Yemen,
Dual Sessions,
The Associates,
Zapp,
The Count Five,
Colin Newman,
The Grass Roots,
Cal Tjader,
The Saints,
Throbbing Gristle,
Joy Division,
Brand Nubian,
June Days,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Frankie Knuckles,
Niagra,
DJ Sneak,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Drexciya,
Funkadelic,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
PIL,
Visage,
Harpers Bizarre,
L. Decosne,
Shoche,
Aswad,
Sex Pistols,
The Monochrome Set,
Peter & Gordon,
Gerry Rafferty,
Faust,
Silicon Teens,
Livin' Joy,
Kerrie Biddell,
Avey Tare,
The Names,
The Dirtbombs,
Fear,
Circle Jerks,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Parry Music,
Eli Mardock,
48th St. Collective,
Scott Walker,
DJ Style,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Index,
Agitation Free,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin.
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.