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 Serbia and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Colin Newman to the dance 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 Lou Reed & Metallica. All the underground hits.
All The Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric B and Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare 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 sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultra Naté,
Masters at Work,
PIL,
Sight & Sound,
Q65,
The Monks,
Deakin,
The Detroit Cobras,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Faust,
Boz Scaggs,
Glambeats Corp.,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Misunderstood,
Robert Hood,
Junior Murvin,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Henry Cow,
Beasts of Bourbon,
New Age Steppers,
Sugar Minott,
Trumans Water,
Funkadelic,
Anthony Braxton,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Absolute Body Control,
Heaven 17,
Pole,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Moebius,
Lungfish,
Organ,
Radio Birdman,
Bang On A Can,
Big Daddy Kane,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ultimate Spinach,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
John Foxx,
Nick Fraelich,
Robert Wyatt,
DJ Style,
Massinfluence,
Animal Collective,
Adolescents,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Human League,
Cameo,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Radiohead,
Circle Jerks,
Con Funk Shun,
Al Stewart,
Rakim,
Tres Demented,
Scion,
The Tremeloes,
Young Marble Giants,
The Five Americans,
Crash Course in Science,
Cecil Taylor,
Boogie Down Productions,
Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee.
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.