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 San Marino and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Camberwell Now to the dance 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family. All the underground hits.
All Unwound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an arpeggiator and an oboe 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 linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Albert Ayler,
Ossler,
Ice-T,
Janne Schatter,
Rod Modell,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Dennis Brown,
Tropical Tobacco,
Frankie Knuckles,
Blancmange,
Clear Light,
The New Christs,
Thompson Twins,
Zapp,
Model 500,
Tres Demented,
Erasure,
Henry Cow,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
JFA,
One Last Wish,
The Human League,
Brand Nubian,
Theoretical Girls,
Heaven 17,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bang On A Can,
Barclay James Harvest,
T.S.O.L.,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Raincoats,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Tommy Roe,
Los Fastidios,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Faust,
Schoolly D,
Unrelated Segments,
In Retrospect,
The Trojans,
Japan,
The Dead C,
Infiniti,
Mr. Review,
Circle Jerks,
Rufus Thomas,
F. McDonald,
Dead Boys,
Suburban Knight,
Roxy Music,
The Angels of Light,
John Lydon,
Gichy Dan,
Blake Baxter,
Shoche,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Porter Ricks,
Can,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gang Green,
the Association,
Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk.
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.