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 Mongolia and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 Sao Paulo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Cluster to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bill Wells. All the underground hits.
All Intrusion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 linndrum and a guitar 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?
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Talk Talk,
New Age Steppers,
The Pretty Things,
Stetsasonic,
Arab on Radar,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Das Ding,
X-101,
Stereo Dub,
The Fuzztones,
Tim Buckley,
Neil Young,
The Monochrome Set,
Bluetip,
Harpers Bizarre,
Joensuu 1685,
The Skatalites,
Erasure,
Cal Tjader,
Nik Kershaw,
Procol Harum,
Rapeman,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Warsaw,
Sexual Harrassment,
Unwound,
Derrick Morgan,
JFA,
Bill Wells,
David Bowie,
Second Layer,
Duran Duran,
In Retrospect,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Raincoats,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Wasted Youth,
Mandrill,
The Barracudas,
Glambeats Corp.,
Country Teasers,
John Cale,
Fatback Band,
The Moody Blues,
Quantec,
The Velvet Underground,
Lalann,
Soul Sonic Force,
Massinfluence,
Brothers Johnson,
Rakim,
Todd Rundgren,
K-Klass,
Magma,
Minny Pops,
Visage,
Mark Hollis,
Model 500,
Bang On A Can,
D'Angelo,
Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon.
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.