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 Estonia and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 kango's stein massive to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Joe Smooth. All the underground hits.
All the Association tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Half Japanese record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an organ 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 organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Juan Atkins,
Glenn Branca,
Thompson Twins,
Kas Product,
Patti Smith,
Mark Hollis,
Subhumans,
Maleditus Sound,
Johnny Clarke,
Flipper,
The Star Department,
Tears for Fears,
Joey Negro,
Yellowson,
Ornette Coleman,
Nik Kershaw,
Eric Copeland,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Marshall Jefferson,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ronnie Foster,
Robert Görl,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Aloha Tigers,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Kinks,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Unrelated Segments,
Camberwell Now,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Knickerbockers,
Roxette,
The Beau Brummels,
John Lydon,
Fatback Band,
John Foxx,
Talk Talk,
Boz Scaggs,
Barclay James Harvest,
Flamin' Groovies,
The J.B.'s,
Delta 5,
Jerry's Kids,
Terrestrial Tones,
Amon Düül,
Albert Ayler,
Swans,
The Buckinghams,
The Barracudas,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bobbi Humphrey,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Mad Mike,
Sonic Youth,
Kenny Larkin,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Con Funk Shun,
Big Daddy Kane,
Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse.
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.