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 Libya and from Cairo.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Wasted Youth to the punk 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 Jesper Dahlbäck. All the underground hits.
All The Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The United States of America 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba 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 güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sound Behaviour,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Davy DMX,
Jeff Mills,
Roger Hodgson,
Delon & Dalcan,
Infiniti,
The Birthday Party,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Motions,
Magma,
EPMD,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Josef K,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Robert Görl,
Johnny Clarke,
Iggy Pop,
Hot Snakes,
The Knickerbockers,
Camouflage,
Magazine,
Bush Tetras,
Mars,
Suicide,
Black Moon,
Wally Richardson,
Freddie Wadling,
Los Fastidios,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Techniques,
UT,
Erykah Badu,
Fatback Band,
The Velvet Underground,
Electric Prunes,
Underground Resistance,
Neil Young,
Essential Logic,
Schoolly D,
Trumans Water,
the Slits,
kango's stein massive,
Soft Cell,
Model 500,
The Fall,
The Busters,
Ultravox,
Kurtis Blow,
The Monks,
Accadde A,
Wings,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Camberwell Now,
The Cosmic Jokers,
David McCallum,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Real Kids,
the Swans,
Scan 7,
X-102,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves.
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.