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 Bahrain and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 808 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 Hot Snakes to the jazz 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 Sight & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Iggy Pop tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marmalade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lindisfarne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brass Construction,
Cymande,
Livin' Joy,
The American Breed,
Max Romeo,
Bill Wells,
Smog,
Amon Düül,
Can,
One Last Wish,
Desert Stars,
Alison Limerick,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Henry Cow,
OOIOO,
Angry Samoans,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Black Bananas,
The Sonics,
Deadbeat,
John Cale,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lindisfarne,
The Kinks,
Jacob Miller,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
kango's stein massive,
Roxette,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Camberwell Now,
Interpol,
Chris Corsano,
The Divine Comedy,
the Germs,
Thompson Twins,
Joyce Sims,
JFA,
The Alarm Clocks,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Subhumans,
Popol Vuh,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Accadde A,
The Durutti Column,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Joy Division,
Circle Jerks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
China Crisis,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Blancmange,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Invisible,
The Leaves,
Los Fastidios,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Howard Jones,
Trumans Water,
Gang Starr,
Dead Boys,
Massinfluence,
Echospace, Echospace, Echospace, Echospace.
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.