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 Guyana and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 London Community Gospel Choir to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Cecil Taylor. All the underground hits.
All FM Einheit tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amazonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare 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 organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-Ray Spex,
Johnny Clarke,
Tim Buckley,
Pussy Galore,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Chris Corsano,
Surgeon,
MDC,
Popol Vuh,
The Offenders,
Lindisfarne,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Human League,
Bad Manners,
The Smoke,
Malaria!,
David Bowie,
Aloha Tigers,
Livin' Joy,
Tears for Fears,
Eric B and Rakim,
These Immortal Souls,
Sister Nancy,
Patti Smith,
Monolake,
Ralphi Rosario,
Vainqueur,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Quando Quango,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Radiohead,
T. Rex,
Main Source,
Gang Starr,
Alison Limerick,
Parry Music,
Deadbeat,
Sugar Minott,
Gastr Del Sol,
AZ,
Khruangbin,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Carl Craig,
The Flesh Eaters,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Franke,
The Count Five,
Urselle,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Unrelated Segments,
Rufus Thomas,
Gong,
The Angels of Light,
Hardrive,
The Invisible,
The Stooges,
Peter & Gordon,
Delta 5,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Pulsallama,
Terry Callier,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls.
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.