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 Belize and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Motorama. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eddi Front record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 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 rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tres Demented,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Crime,
Kas Product,
Brick,
Soul II Soul,
Tubeway Army,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Moss Icon,
Piero Umiliani,
Al Stewart,
Althea and Donna,
Interpol,
Isaac Hayes,
One Last Wish,
Traffic Nightmare,
Pussy Galore,
The Mojo Men,
Masters at Work,
Procol Harum,
Girls At Our Best!,
Todd Terry,
Wally Richardson,
Scan 7,
Minnie Riperton,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Move,
Steve Hackett,
The Fuzztones,
the Swans,
The Blackbyrds,
Hasil Adkins,
Godley & Creme,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Scion,
Minutemen,
D'Angelo,
Sandy B,
Marmalade,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Black Sheep,
Ronan,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Fire Engines,
Zapp,
Black Pus,
David McCallum,
The Names,
Pharoah Sanders,
Archie Shepp,
Fat Boys,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ossler,
Fear,
The Residents,
Skaos,
AZ,
Barrington Levy,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ultravox,
Gastr Del Sol,
Hoover, Hoover, Hoover, Hoover.
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.