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 Samoa and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
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 Cecil Taylor to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Public Enemy. All the underground hits.
All Loose Ends tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Archie Shepp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 sitar and a spring reverb 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 an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hardrive,
Heaven 17,
The Fugs,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Gun Club,
Tubeway Army,
Matthew Bourne,
Aaron Thompson,
Man Eating Sloth,
X-Ray Spex,
Con Funk Shun,
Michelle Simonal,
Juan Atkins,
Au Pairs,
Eve St. Jones,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Morten Harket,
Traffic Nightmare,
Marcia Griffiths,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Drexciya,
Los Fastidios,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Absolute Body Control,
Graham Central Station,
Mantronix,
Half Japanese,
The Invisible,
Franke,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Camouflage,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Grandmaster Flash,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ludus,
Colin Newman,
Jerry's Kids,
Second Layer,
Yazoo,
Sight & Sound,
Barbara Tucker,
Goldenarms,
The Divine Comedy,
Derrick May,
E-Dancer,
Frankie Knuckles,
X-101,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Tremeloes,
Dark Day,
Masters at Work,
The Cosmic Jokers,
MDC,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Cal Tjader,
Pantaleimon,
Davy DMX,
Bill Near,
Aswad,
Slave,
Deadbeat,
F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald.
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.