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 the UAE and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 James White and The Blacks to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Crooked Eye. All the underground hits.
All Country Teasers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Junior Murvin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 clarinet and a harpsichord 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 theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang of Four,
Isaac Hayes,
Qualms,
The Shadows of Knight,
Quadrant,
Junior Murvin,
Michelle Simonal,
Darondo,
Soul II Soul,
Brothers Johnson,
Gil Scott Heron,
Todd Terry,
Ash Ra Tempel,
John Foxx,
Freddie Wadling,
The Fortunes,
U.S. Maple,
Derrick May,
The Music Machine,
Rufus Thomas,
The Fugs,
Cheater Slicks,
Tim Buckley,
Mark Hollis,
EPMD,
Procol Harum,
Nils Olav,
Q and Not U,
Warsaw,
Bush Tetras,
Kayak,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Vladislav Delay,
The Black Dice,
John Cale,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
This Heat,
Mars,
Lou Christie,
Urselle,
Slave,
The Wake,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ultimate Spinach,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Techniques,
Thompson Twins,
Shoche,
the Association,
Jacob Miller,
Masters at Work,
Erykah Badu,
Los Fastidios,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bill Wells,
Magazine,
Infiniti,
The Knickerbockers,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Josef K, Josef K, Josef K, Josef K.
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.