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 Uzbekistan 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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson to the funk 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 Doobie Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Black Bananas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin 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 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Soulsonic Force,
Sugar Minott,
The Fortunes,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Zeros,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Dirtbombs,
The Monks,
Josef K,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
the Slits,
Don Cherry,
The Knickerbockers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Isaac Hayes,
Kurtis Blow,
Kevin Saunderson,
Nik Kershaw,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Mummies,
Glambeats Corp.,
Patti Smith,
Electric Prunes,
Byron Stingily,
Derrick Morgan,
Goldenarms,
The Leaves,
Amazonics,
Theoretical Girls,
Bobby Womack,
Black Flag,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Buckinghams,
Banda Bassotti,
Funky Four + One,
John Holt,
Kerri Chandler,
Harry Pussy,
The Monochrome Set,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Stooges,
Maurizio,
Dave Gahan,
The Seeds,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Fad Gadget,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ken Boothe,
Erykah Badu,
Dawn Penn,
Funkadelic,
Darondo,
Mars,
Massinfluence,
Marvin Gaye,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
the Bar-Kays,
ABC, ABC, ABC, ABC.
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.