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 Korea North and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Blake Baxter to the funk 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 Oneida. All the underground hits.
All Sunsets and Hearts tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a harpsichord and a guitar 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 mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lindisfarne,
Todd Terry,
Brand Nubian,
Maurizio,
The Modern Lovers,
One Last Wish,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Porter Ricks,
Jesper Dahlback,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Slits,
Scratch Acid,
Public Image Ltd.,
Eden Ahbez,
Model 500,
Graham Central Station,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Delta 5,
Morten Harket,
The Move,
Scan 7,
Outsiders,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Human League,
Sexual Harrassment,
MC5,
Iggy Pop,
Skriet,
The Divine Comedy,
Mo-Dettes,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sällskapet,
Barrington Levy,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Saints,
Mary Jane Girls,
John Lydon,
Funky Four + One,
Jawbox,
The Offenders,
Chris & Cosey,
Angry Samoans,
Black Flag,
Kool Moe Dee,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Main Source,
Grey Daturas,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Durutti Column,
Sight & Sound,
Ten City,
The Gories,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
John Holt,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Depeche Mode,
Barbara Tucker,
Ossler,
Soft Machine,
Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys.
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.