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 Albania and from Woodstock.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise 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 Neil Young to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Rekid. All the underground hits.
All Gong tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scrapy 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar 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 oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Velvet Underground,
Gabor Szabo,
UT,
Main Source,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Mummies,
The Cowsills,
Soulsonic Force,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Mojo Men,
Sugar Minott,
the Association,
Bush Tetras,
Gil Scott Heron,
DJ Sneak,
Spoonie Gee,
Tropical Tobacco,
Slick Rick,
Joey Negro,
Ultimate Spinach,
Skarface,
The Cosmic Jokers,
New Age Steppers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Buckinghams,
Lindisfarne,
The Smoke,
Tomorrow,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
KRS-One,
Lyres,
Simply Red,
Magazine,
Thompson Twins,
Sixth Finger,
Faust,
Silicon Teens,
John Holt,
Popol Vuh,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gong,
Lakeside,
The Five Americans,
Reuben Wilson,
Lalo Schifrin,
Al Stewart,
Circle Jerks,
Erykah Badu,
Girls At Our Best!,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Graham Central Station,
Arcadia,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Modern Lovers,
The Misunderstood,
Sister Nancy,
Hashim,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Glambeats Corp.,
Boogie Down Productions,
E-Dancer,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
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.