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 Italy and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Todd Rundgren 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 Colin Newman. All the underground hits.
All UT tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every La Düsseldorf 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 guitar and a mellotron 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 güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Underground Resistance,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Count Five,
Andrew Hill,
Bad Manners,
Hasil Adkins,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Monochrome Set,
Mad Mike,
Al Stewart,
Electric Prunes,
The Cure,
Eric Copeland,
Depeche Mode,
H. Thieme,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Doobie Brothers,
Easy Going,
Hoover,
Television Personalities,
Harry Pussy,
Nation of Ulysses,
Pole,
Eric Dolphy,
R.M.O.,
K-Klass,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Walker Brothers,
Country Teasers,
The Neon Judgement,
Matthew Bourne,
Can,
Arthur Verocai,
Roxy Music,
Scratch Acid,
The Cowsills,
Royal Trux,
The Beau Brummels,
Nick Fraelich,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Niagra,
ABBA,
Faust,
Boredoms,
the Bar-Kays,
Barrington Levy,
Crispian St. Peters,
Loose Ends,
Arab on Radar,
Fear,
The Knickerbockers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Slave,
Sex Pistols,
Dark Day,
This Heat,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lindisfarne,
Rosa Yemen,
New Age Steppers,
Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk.
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.