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 Papua New Guinea and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Zero Boys to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Marine Girls. All the underground hits.
All Laurel Aitken tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare 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 chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nik Kershaw,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Letta Mbulu,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Hardrive,
Matthew Bourne,
Mad Mike,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kurtis Blow,
Robert Wyatt,
Faust,
Tommy Roe,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Rakim,
Youth Brigade,
Fat Boys,
Altered Images,
Hoover,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Skriet,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Boogie Down Productions,
Negative Approach,
Maurizio,
Lakeside,
Jawbox,
Todd Rundgren,
Lucky Dragons,
Chris & Cosey,
Toni Rubio,
The Standells,
kango's stein massive,
The Star Department,
John Cale,
Danielle Patucci,
Clear Light,
Piero Umiliani,
The Techniques,
Sällskapet,
The Busters,
David Bowie,
X-Ray Spex,
Fad Gadget,
Lindisfarne,
Electric Prunes,
This Heat,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Popol Vuh,
Black Bananas,
D'Angelo,
Index,
Pylon,
Duran Duran,
Yaz,
The United States of America,
Sixth Finger,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Camberwell Now,
Pagans,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
DJ Style,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry.
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.