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 Bahrain and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu to the dance 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 Little Man. All the underground hits.
All The Alarm Clocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deepchord record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord 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 clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Star Department,
Skriet,
The Slits,
Graham Central Station,
Carl Craig,
Kerri Chandler,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Freddie Wadling,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Tommy Roe,
Prince Buster,
The Angels of Light,
Rekid,
Wire,
Qualms,
Alice Coltrane,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Negative Approach,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Adolescents,
Jacob Miller,
The Wake,
The Birthday Party,
Loose Ends,
Nas,
John Foxx,
Bob Dylan,
Howard Jones,
The Real Kids,
Soulsonic Force,
Gabor Szabo,
Jimmy McGriff,
Unrelated Segments,
Ituana,
Eric Copeland,
Rufus Thomas,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Smoke,
The Modern Lovers,
Sugar Minott,
David Axelrod,
The Skatalites,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
One Last Wish,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Trumans Water,
Guru Guru,
The Invisible,
The Cowsills,
Laurel Aitken,
Ronan,
Cymande,
The Five Americans,
cv313,
The Buckinghams,
Vladislav Delay,
Clear Light,
Second Layer,
Lyres, Lyres, Lyres, Lyres.
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.