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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Stockholm.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the sitar 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 Thompson Twins to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Blancmange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Near record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 rhodes 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 sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Busters,
Erasure,
Procol Harum,
Unrelated Segments,
Chrome,
Mo-Dettes,
Tim Buckley,
Robert Görl,
Dual Sessions,
Reagan Youth,
Kerri Chandler,
The Sound,
Symarip,
K-Klass,
Michelle Simonal,
Skarface,
Cecil Taylor,
Delon & Dalcan,
Colin Newman,
The Dead C,
Lindisfarne,
Eric Copeland,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Yazoo,
Althea and Donna,
U.S. Maple,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Divine Comedy,
The Buckinghams,
the Slits,
Stereo Dub,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Q and Not U,
Deakin,
Ohio Players,
Rapeman,
Radiopuhelimet,
Piero Umiliani,
Howard Jones,
Ultravox,
James White and The Blacks,
Alison Limerick,
Ken Boothe,
Funkadelic,
The Moleskins,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Metal Thangz,
Pussy Galore,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Crooked Eye,
Gang Gang Dance,
Minor Threat,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Rhythm & Sound,
Letta Mbulu,
The Mummies,
Arthur Verocai,
Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan.
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.