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 Chile and from Stockholm.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Eyeless In Gaza to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 June Days. All the underground hits.
All Amazonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fat Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 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 snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul Sonic Force,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Clear Light,
Babytalk,
Iggy Pop,
Gang Green,
Crash Course in Science,
The Knickerbockers,
Big Daddy Kane,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Accadde A,
John Foxx,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lindisfarne,
Niagra,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Suicide,
Pere Ubu,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The J.B.'s,
The Star Department,
The Divine Comedy,
the Swans,
the Germs,
Eden Ahbez,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Arab on Radar,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Funky Four + One,
Sound Behaviour,
Blossom Toes,
David Axelrod,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ludus,
Royal Trux,
The Litter,
The Dave Clark Five,
Loose Ends,
Monks,
Faraquet,
Rapeman,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Depeche Mode,
Popol Vuh,
Eric B and Rakim,
U.S. Maple,
Second Layer,
Dual Sessions,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Mo-Dettes,
Gerry Rafferty,
Wolf Eyes,
Neil Young,
Gang of Four,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lower 48,
Pet Shop Boys,
Au Pairs,
Janne Schatter,
Patti Smith,
Metal Thangz,
Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth.
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.