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 Chile and from London.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Tubeway Army 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 Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All CMW tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masters at Work 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron 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 guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Saints,
The Slackers,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
DNA,
Toni Rubio,
Barry Ungar,
Lakeside,
The Count Five,
Joy Division,
Rufus Thomas,
Boogie Down Productions,
Groovy Waters,
Basic Channel,
Bronski Beat,
Monks,
Ludus,
The Techniques,
48th St. Collective,
Stetsasonic,
Mantronix,
Charles Mingus,
Nation of Ulysses,
X-101,
World's Most,
T.S.O.L.,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
June of 44,
Radio Birdman,
10cc,
Chris Corsano,
Shuggie Otis,
Lalann,
Letta Mbulu,
Fat Boys,
Minny Pops,
John Foxx,
Soulsonic Force,
Scan 7,
Pierre Henry,
kango's stein massive,
Babytalk,
Buzzcocks,
The Standells,
Ronan,
Tropical Tobacco,
Terrestrial Tones,
Grey Daturas,
Urselle,
Qualms,
Chrome,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bang On A Can,
Henry Cow,
UT,
Unwound,
Severed Heads,
Funkadelic,
Bush Tetras,
Unrelated Segments,
Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.
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.