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 Bhutan and from Salvador.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Underground Resistance to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Talk Talk. All the underground hits.
All Mandrill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro 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 sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Supertramp,
Black Moon,
Al Stewart,
Eve St. Jones,
Carl Craig,
The Names,
Jerry's Kids,
Sister Nancy,
Banda Bassotti,
Fatback Band,
Donny Hathaway,
Harry Pussy,
Sonny Sharrock,
The New Christs,
Derrick Morgan,
X-101,
Hoover,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Alton Ellis,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Patti Smith,
Judy Mowatt,
Monolake,
Franke,
Kurtis Blow,
Can,
The Flesh Eaters,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Crime,
10cc,
Sparks,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sixth Finger,
Ornette Coleman,
Funky Four + One,
Arcadia,
World's Most,
Adolescents,
Lee Hazlewood,
Theoretical Girls,
Arab on Radar,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lalann,
Wally Richardson,
Soul Sonic Force,
Stiv Bators,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Slits,
B.T. Express,
Rod Modell,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Laurel Aitken,
Man Eating Sloth,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Robert Hood,
Quantec,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gong,
Electric Prunes,
Yaz,
Sarah Menescal,
Chrome, Chrome, Chrome, Chrome.
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.