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 Haiti and from Edmonton.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim to the rap 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 Donald Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Janne Schatter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harpers Bizarre record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro 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 sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lindisfarne,
Fad Gadget,
Cecil Taylor,
10cc,
Grauzone,
Thompson Twins,
Andrew Hill,
Banda Bassotti,
Scientists,
Tropical Tobacco,
Public Enemy,
The Divine Comedy,
Shuggie Otis,
Eden Ahbez,
MC5,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Amon Düül II,
Tom Boy,
Traffic Nightmare,
Marcia Griffiths,
Judy Mowatt,
Eurythmics,
Joensuu 1685,
The Blues Magoos,
L. Decosne,
Crooked Eye,
Television,
The Dave Clark Five,
Circle Jerks,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Peter and Kerry,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The J.B.'s,
Yazoo,
Lalann,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Scott Walker,
Pulsallama,
Jeff Mills,
Ituana,
the Soft Cell,
Malaria!,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kenny Larkin,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Joy Division,
Sandy B,
Soulsonic Force,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Star Department,
Eli Mardock,
MDC,
Ludus,
Parry Music,
Slick Rick,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Toasters,
Second Layer,
Moby Grape,
The Fuzztones,
Nils Olav,
Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic.
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.