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 Solomon Islands and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Desert Stars. All the underground hits.
All Loose Ends tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum 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 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gabor Szabo,
Kool Moe Dee,
Oneida,
Crispian St. Peters,
the Germs,
the Bar-Kays,
Johnny Clarke,
New Age Steppers,
Chris & Cosey,
Scan 7,
Sixth Finger,
Soul II Soul,
Television,
Neil Young,
Lucky Dragons,
Black Bananas,
Youth Brigade,
Deakin,
The Young Rascals,
Franke,
Graham Central Station,
Rufus Thomas,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pole,
John Lydon,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Stockholm Monsters,
the Sonics,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Big Daddy Kane,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Dawn Penn,
Fela Kuti,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sällskapet,
Radiohead,
Joey Negro,
The Black Dice,
China Crisis,
Eric Copeland,
Dave Gahan,
Flamin' Groovies,
Scion,
James White and The Blacks,
Eden Ahbez,
Joe Finger,
Kenny Larkin,
Quadrant,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sparks,
Al Stewart,
Procol Harum,
Pere Ubu,
Aloha Tigers,
The Wake,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Invisible,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme.
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.