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 Bolivia and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Delhi.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Reagan Youth to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Kevin Saunderson. All the underground hits.
All Prince Buster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba 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 rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brand Nubian,
Schoolly D,
Deakin,
Oblivians,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Pierre Henry,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Essential Logic,
Crash Course in Science,
Lyres,
Ralphi Rosario,
Roy Ayers,
The Saints,
DNA,
Procol Harum,
The Gladiators,
Soft Machine,
Faraquet,
Agent Orange,
The Divine Comedy,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Soul II Soul,
Warren Ellis,
10cc,
Malaria!,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kevin Saunderson,
Jimmy McGriff,
Robert Wyatt,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Last Poets,
The Leaves,
Thompson Twins,
Barry Ungar,
Erykah Badu,
Camouflage,
Ten City,
Stiv Bators,
The Tremeloes,
Radio Birdman,
Dennis Brown,
Minor Threat,
The Fugs,
Slick Rick,
Index,
Scrapy,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Gun Club,
Connie Case,
The Gories,
Y Pants,
Freddie Wadling,
Ronnie Foster,
Josef K,
The Dave Clark Five,
Jeff Lynne,
The Vogues,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ituana, Ituana, Ituana, Ituana.
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.