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 Uruguay and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 UT to the rock 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 Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Inner City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deepchord record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare 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 theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June Days,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Arthur Verocai,
Crime,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bush Tetras,
Reagan Youth,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Index,
Warsaw,
Radio Birdman,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Victims,
Zapp,
The Standells,
The Doors,
Cluster,
June of 44,
The Tremeloes,
Black Bananas,
Radiopuhelimet,
the Soft Cell,
Siglo XX,
Angry Samoans,
Blossom Toes,
Index,
Swell Maps,
Carl Craig,
The Slackers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Anthony Braxton,
The Velvet Underground,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Kurtis Blow,
the Association,
The Mummies,
Patti Smith,
Pantytec,
DJ Sneak,
Morten Harket,
The Sonics,
Lou Christie,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Crooked Eye,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Count Five,
The Last Poets,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Jeff Lynne,
Bill Near,
The Offenders,
Mission of Burma,
The Skatalites,
Quadrant,
Peter and Kerry,
Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage.
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.