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 Dominica and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Hashim to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Slits. All the underground hits.
All Loose Ends tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Excepter 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator 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 sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gerry Rafferty,
Jimmy McGriff,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Whodini,
The Motions,
Massinfluence,
Japan,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Girls At Our Best!,
Anthony Braxton,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Blues Magoos,
Spoonie Gee,
R.M.O.,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ultravox,
Smog,
Au Pairs,
The Electric Prunes,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
K-Klass,
The Barracudas,
Blake Baxter,
Altered Images,
Bush Tetras,
Eden Ahbez,
Donny Hathaway,
Babytalk,
Frankie Knuckles,
Soul II Soul,
cv313,
Index,
Johnny Clarke,
Jerry's Kids,
The Martian,
Todd Terry,
Barrington Levy,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Swell Maps,
Robert Wyatt,
Faraquet,
Jeff Lynne,
Oneida,
The United States of America,
Sister Nancy,
Ultra Naté,
Gang Green,
New York Dolls,
The Human League,
Suicide,
Schoolly D,
Dark Day,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Iggy Pop,
Deakin,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Monks,
The Music Machine,
Young Marble Giants,
L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne.
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.