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 Moldova and from Beijing.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the oboe 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 Monolake to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Warsaw. All the underground hits.
All Max Romeo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer 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 spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Royal Trux,
Scott Walker,
Deepchord,
Black Sheep,
Terry Callier,
Bobby Womack,
Essential Logic,
Suburban Knight,
Lindisfarne,
The J.B.'s,
Whodini,
Michelle Simonal,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Oblivians,
The Kinks,
Roger Hodgson,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Star Department,
Cymande,
Rufus Thomas,
The Mojo Men,
Fluxion,
Echospace,
Gil Scott Heron,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Fortunes,
Marine Girls,
The Remains,
Alton Ellis,
Jeff Mills,
Agent Orange,
Hot Snakes,
Chrome,
The Martian,
Lebanon Hanover,
Vladislav Delay,
CMW,
The Gun Club,
The Vogues,
Jandek,
Steve Hackett,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Eddi Front,
Minutemen,
Eurythmics,
Sarah Menescal,
Nico,
Eric Dolphy,
Derrick Morgan,
Susan Cadogan,
Grauzone,
F. McDonald,
Metal Thangz,
Rod Modell,
Arab on Radar,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Schoolly D,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Birthday Party,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sällskapet,
Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps.
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.