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 Zambia and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Michael McDonald 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 Radiohead to the funk 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 Kerrie Biddell. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers Ubiquity tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare 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 theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deadbeat,
Marvin Gaye,
The Busters,
Dark Day,
A Certain Ratio,
Marmalade,
Man Parrish,
The Electric Prunes,
The Cure,
Kas Product,
Glenn Branca,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
La Düsseldorf,
The Walker Brothers,
Y Pants,
Hot Snakes,
The Last Poets,
Bobby Womack,
KRS-One,
The Velvet Underground,
Soulsonic Force,
Pulsallama,
Scan 7,
Darondo,
Crooked Eye,
the Normal,
The Monochrome Set,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Adolescents,
The Fortunes,
the Bar-Kays,
Flipper,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ten City,
Judy Mowatt,
Joensuu 1685,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
F. McDonald,
The Move,
the Sonics,
MDC,
Nirvana,
The Mummies,
Joe Finger,
Henry Cow,
Marcia Griffiths,
Duran Duran,
Liliput,
Mr. Review,
Ornette Coleman,
Godley & Creme,
AZ,
Yusef Lateef,
Todd Rundgren,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gang Green,
One Last Wish,
Stiv Bators,
Sonic Youth,
Magma,
Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish.
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.