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 Bremen.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five to the techno 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 Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Morten Harket tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kenny Larkin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 mellotron and a sitar 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 chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monks,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Young Rascals,
Silicon Teens,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Tommy Roe,
Suicide,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
a-ha,
Symarip,
Metal Thangz,
Mantronix,
Scion,
The Gories,
Moby Grape,
Robert Görl,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Stockholm Monsters,
Kerri Chandler,
Dark Day,
Lou Christie,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Reagan Youth,
kango's stein massive,
The Cowsills,
Groovy Waters,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Shoche,
Crooked Eye,
The Vogues,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Young Marble Giants,
The Fuzztones,
Rosa Yemen,
Lalo Schifrin,
Q65,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Mandrill,
The Skatalites,
Radiohead,
F. McDonald,
Colin Newman,
Gang Starr,
Barrington Levy,
Max Romeo,
The Misunderstood,
Hasil Adkins,
Fad Gadget,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Niagra,
Sun City Girls,
Circle Jerks,
Don Cherry,
Rites of Spring,
Albert Ayler,
Gichy Dan,
Nirvana,
Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners.
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.