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 Denmark and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 rhodes 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 The Stooges to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Dawn Penn. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shuggie Otis 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum 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 oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thee Headcoats,
Sunsets and Hearts,
kango's stein massive,
The Seeds,
Howard Jones,
Organ,
Ultimate Spinach,
Moss Icon,
Livin' Joy,
Young Marble Giants,
Smog,
Mo-Dettes,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
In Retrospect,
The Moleskins,
The Alarm Clocks,
Brothers Johnson,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
48th St. Collective,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Cure,
OOIOO,
D'Angelo,
One Last Wish,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
DNA,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
U.S. Maple,
Blake Baxter,
Barclay James Harvest,
Intrusion,
Glenn Branca,
Funky Four + One,
Tom Boy,
Radiohead,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Star Department,
Arcadia,
Derrick May,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Grauzone,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pet Shop Boys,
Tres Demented,
Ronan,
Rhythm & Sound,
Half Japanese,
Dawn Penn,
Lee Hazlewood,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Fall,
Sugar Minott,
Nico,
8 Eyed Spy,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lou Christie,
Kerrie Biddell,
Kas Product,
Soft Cell,
Jacob Miller,
K-Klass,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck.
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.