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 Greece and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the sitar 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 Average White Band to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Boogie Down Productions. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator 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 chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Index,
Sixth Finger,
The Monks,
Aural Exciters,
Robert Wyatt,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Country Teasers,
The Misunderstood,
Y Pants,
Shuggie Otis,
Jeff Lynne,
Visage,
Ornette Coleman,
One Last Wish,
Neil Young,
Crime,
Morten Harket,
Avey Tare,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gichy Dan,
X-101,
Delon & Dalcan,
Model 500,
The New Christs,
Rites of Spring,
Siglo XX,
Jacob Miller,
Glenn Branca,
FM Einheit,
The Fall,
Dawn Penn,
Isaac Hayes,
Agent Orange,
The Electric Prunes,
Yusef Lateef,
Accadde A,
E-Dancer,
Kayak,
Girls At Our Best!,
Angry Samoans,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Man Eating Sloth,
Kas Product,
Anakelly,
Quantec,
Donald Byrd,
This Heat,
Bluetip,
Lalann,
Lee Hazlewood,
Marmalade,
Lindisfarne,
the Slits,
Duran Duran,
Reuben Wilson,
Eurythmics,
Tres Demented,
Dorothy Ashby,
Altered Images,
Silicon Teens,
Negative Approach,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra.
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.