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 Congo and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the güiro 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 Stereo Dub to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Ornette Coleman. All the underground hits.
All Althea and Donna tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Star Department 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 an oboe and a güiro 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 spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun City Girls,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Danielle Patucci,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Neon Judgement,
Thee Headcoats,
Average White Band,
Gang Starr,
Siglo XX,
The Trojans,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Visage,
Mad Mike,
Bobby Womack,
Matthew Halsall,
Judy Mowatt,
Lindisfarne,
Todd Terry,
The Invisible,
the Fania All-Stars,
Organ,
Los Fastidios,
Kevin Saunderson,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Crime,
Marc Almond,
The Cure,
Reuben Wilson,
Bill Near,
The Angels of Light,
Mark Hollis,
Sound Behaviour,
the Sonics,
Yellowson,
EPMD,
The Velvet Underground,
Kas Product,
Japan,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Fall,
Sixth Finger,
Wire,
Prince Buster,
ABBA,
Intrusion,
The Gladiators,
Dave Gahan,
Jawbox,
Grandmaster Flash,
Echospace,
Franke,
Harry Pussy,
Quadrant,
The Litter,
Television,
Pharoah Sanders,
Oblivians,
Big Daddy Kane,
Arab on Radar,
Guru Guru,
The Smoke,
Unwound,
Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman.
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.