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 Senegal and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Normal to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ituana. All the underground hits.
All Freddie Wadling tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an arpeggiator and a marimba 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 güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yellowson,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Pere Ubu,
The Last Poets,
Chrome,
Sun Ra,
Lucky Dragons,
Gastr Del Sol,
Duran Duran,
Toni Rubio,
Jesper Dahlback,
Guru Guru,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Kerri Chandler,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Count Five,
Vladislav Delay,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Groovy Waters,
Kool Moe Dee,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bill Wells,
Scion,
Maleditus Sound,
Basic Channel,
Frankie Knuckles,
Black Bananas,
The Happenings,
Mark Hollis,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Albert Ayler,
Zero Boys,
Kurtis Blow,
Drexciya,
The American Breed,
Mission of Burma,
Lakeside,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Peter and Kerry,
Sixth Finger,
Barbara Tucker,
The Red Krayola,
Derrick May,
Icehouse,
The Black Dice,
A Certain Ratio,
EPMD,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Fluxion,
MC5,
Main Source,
Circle Jerks,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Tubeway Army,
DJ Style,
Ken Boothe,
Grandmaster Flash,
Eurythmics,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Crash Course in Science,
Amazonics,
Monks, Monks, Monks, Monks.
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.