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 Hungary and from Glasgow.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Godley & Creme to the grime 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 Ludus. All the underground hits.
All The Toasters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amazonics 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin 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 an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Enemy,
Fatback Band,
Kenny Larkin,
KRS-One,
The Monks,
Man Parrish,
Fugazi,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ohio Players,
Ten City,
Henry Cow,
Guru Guru,
Glambeats Corp.,
AZ,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Donny Hathaway,
Scientists,
Sam Rivers,
Hashim,
Pharoah Sanders,
Suicide,
DJ Sneak,
Sun Ra,
Eric Copeland,
China Crisis,
Eve St. Jones,
Lee Hazlewood,
Buzzcocks,
Roxy Music,
Dennis Brown,
Jacques Brel,
the Human League,
The Vogues,
Black Bananas,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Kool Moe Dee,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Radio Birdman,
Traffic Nightmare,
Thompson Twins,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Parry Music,
F. McDonald,
Ultimate Spinach,
Popol Vuh,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Minnie Riperton,
Tres Demented,
Mr. Review,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
X-Ray Spex,
Q65,
Matthew Bourne,
Peter & Gordon,
JFA,
Cameo,
Altered Images,
Outsiders,
Grauzone,
Harpers Bizarre,
Urselle,
Steve Hackett,
Spandau Ballet,
The Gories, The Gories, The Gories, The Gories.
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.