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 Liberia and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Houston.
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 808 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 Vladislav Delay to the grime 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 Ultra Naté. All the underground hits.
All Wire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator 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 chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool Moe Dee,
Joyce Sims,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Radiohead,
Rekid,
Tres Demented,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Leonard Cohen,
Alice Coltrane,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
E-Dancer,
Eve St. Jones,
Swans,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ultra Naté,
the Slits,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ronnie Foster,
Pussy Galore,
Fluxion,
Banda Bassotti,
Symarip,
Connie Case,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Flesh Eaters,
8 Eyed Spy,
This Heat,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Walker Brothers,
Pharoah Sanders,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Icehouse,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Golliwogs,
Subhumans,
The Real Kids,
Soulsonic Force,
Kurtis Blow,
Moebius,
Black Sheep,
The Slackers,
Dennis Brown,
World's Most,
X-Ray Spex,
Magazine,
The Evens,
Aaron Thompson,
The United States of America,
The Mummies,
Lightning Bolt,
Howard Jones,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Associates,
Josef K,
Minor Threat,
Skaos,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Harmonia,
Japan,
The Grass Roots,
The Fire Engines,
Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley.
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.