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 Sudan and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 June of 44 to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 X-102. All the underground hits.
All Mary Jane Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Little Man record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 guitar 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 synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zero Boys,
Mission of Burma,
Pere Ubu,
The Music Machine,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Amon Düül,
48th St. Collective,
DJ Style,
Youth Brigade,
Cheater Slicks,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Robert Hood,
Lee Hazlewood,
Mo-Dettes,
Charles Mingus,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Schoolly D,
Scan 7,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Robert Wyatt,
Boz Scaggs,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ken Boothe,
H. Thieme,
The Cowsills,
Ludus,
John Holt,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Big Daddy Kane,
Erykah Badu,
X-Ray Spex,
Tommy Roe,
Peter & Gordon,
Toni Rubio,
Kevin Saunderson,
Juan Atkins,
Oblivians,
OOIOO,
Bad Manners,
The Searchers,
Jeru the Damaja,
Kerrie Biddell,
Harmonia,
Pole,
The Pop Group,
Scratch Acid,
Roy Ayers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Fear,
The New Christs,
Eden Ahbez,
Porter Ricks,
The Trojans,
Angry Samoans,
The Cure,
Funkadelic,
Scion,
Terry Callier,
Lakeside,
In Retrospect,
The Buckinghams,
Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange.
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.