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 Seychelles and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Spandau Ballet to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Vogues. All the underground hits.
All Gregory Isaacs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cluster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord 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 synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scion,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Eyeless In Gaza,
kango's stein massive,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Five Americans,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Wasted Youth,
Soulsonic Force,
Guru Guru,
Sonny Sharrock,
Yaz,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Essential Logic,
Darondo,
Lindisfarne,
The Electric Prunes,
Rod Modell,
New Order,
the Human League,
Fad Gadget,
New York Dolls,
Johnny Osbourne,
Popol Vuh,
Eric B and Rakim,
Suicide,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Todd Terry,
The Moleskins,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Idris Muhammad,
Glenn Branca,
Sun Ra,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Section 25,
Funkadelic,
Mars,
Donny Hathaway,
Skriet,
Boredoms,
Roger Hodgson,
Second Layer,
a-ha,
the Association,
Graham Central Station,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Index,
Groovy Waters,
Roxy Music,
Arcadia,
Nas,
T. Rex,
Cluster,
Reuben Wilson,
Fluxion,
Wally Richardson,
Ken Boothe,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear.
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.