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 Brazil and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin 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 The Modern Lovers to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Idris Muhammad. All the underground hits.
All Youth Brigade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warren Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes 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 snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donald Byrd,
Zero Boys,
John Cale,
Bizarre Inc.,
Todd Rundgren,
Steve Hackett,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Names,
The Star Department,
The Misunderstood,
The Leaves,
Magazine,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Josef K,
Be Bop Deluxe,
X-101,
Organ,
Jacob Miller,
Dave Gahan,
Dennis Brown,
Pierre Henry,
Brand Nubian,
A Certain Ratio,
Saccharine Trust,
Terry Callier,
Ralphi Rosario,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gang Gang Dance,
the Sonics,
Harry Pussy,
The Standells,
The Mojo Men,
Eden Ahbez,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Janne Schatter,
Pylon,
Sparks,
Neil Young,
Wings,
Porter Ricks,
B.T. Express,
Angry Samoans,
New Order,
Scott Walker,
Agent Orange,
Black Moon,
Minny Pops,
Leonard Cohen,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Section 25,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Franke,
Gong,
Clear Light,
Slave,
FM Einheit,
Lee Hazlewood,
Cluster,
Little Man,
Pantaleimon,
Don Cherry,
Hot Snakes,
Visage,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz.
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.