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 Angola and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Al Stewart to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 These Immortal Souls. All the underground hits.
All Kenny Larkin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Qualms 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 a rhodes and a synthesizer 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 snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Japan,
The Human League,
The Offenders,
Blancmange,
CMW,
Clear Light,
Sparks,
Underground Resistance,
Aloha Tigers,
Nico,
U.S. Maple,
Alton Ellis,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Kerri Chandler,
Quando Quango,
The Invisible,
The Fugs,
the Germs,
Joyce Sims,
Grandmaster Flash,
Crispian St. Peters,
Avey Tare,
Crash Course in Science,
Yazoo,
Isaac Hayes,
La Düsseldorf,
Michelle Simonal,
The J.B.'s,
Charles Mingus,
Nik Kershaw,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Zeros,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Adolescents,
The Toasters,
Audionom,
Crooked Eye,
Mo-Dettes,
Lou Christie,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Tim Buckley,
Blake Baxter,
Yellowson,
Ken Boothe,
Pussy Galore,
Funky Four + One,
Tommy Roe,
Brass Construction,
Black Bananas,
The American Breed,
Terry Callier,
8 Eyed Spy,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sister Nancy,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Leonard Cohen,
Lou Reed,
John Foxx,
Deakin,
Rufus Thomas,
Ultra Naté,
The Names, The Names, The Names, The Names.
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.