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 Kyrgyzstan and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Scientists to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Bobby Womack. All the underground hits.
All Electric Light Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 spring reverb and a mellotron 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 arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Byron Stingily,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Standells,
Man Parrish,
Bang On A Can,
The Offenders,
Ultravox,
New Order,
Cymande,
Scan 7,
Black Sheep,
The Blues Magoos,
Johnny Osbourne,
Maurizio,
FM Einheit,
Sex Pistols,
Bobby Byrd,
Hardrive,
Surgeon,
Subhumans,
Model 500,
The Gories,
Von Mondo,
Drive Like Jehu,
Hot Snakes,
Yazoo,
Bill Wells,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
K-Klass,
the Soft Cell,
Kenny Larkin,
Bluetip,
Simply Red,
Sällskapet,
AZ,
La Düsseldorf,
Country Teasers,
Eli Mardock,
Chris & Cosey,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Golliwogs,
Schoolly D,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Gun Club,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Vogues,
Pantytec,
Yusef Lateef,
MDC,
Jandek,
Massinfluence,
Anthony Braxton,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Radiohead,
Buzzcocks,
Camouflage,
The Neon Judgement,
Scion, Scion, Scion, Scion.
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.