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 Bangladesh and from Lyon.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Manchester.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar 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 Jeru the Damaja to the jazz 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 Depeche Mode. All the underground hits.
All Peter and Kerry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every H. Thieme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 sitar and a rhodes 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 mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Prunes,
Boz Scaggs,
Scott Walker,
Anthony Braxton,
Suburban Knight,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Doobie Brothers,
Rotary Connection,
Section 25,
Matthew Bourne,
Barclay James Harvest,
Grauzone,
Alphaville,
Pylon,
Technova,
Public Image Ltd.,
R.M.O.,
Ossler,
The Gap Band,
the Fania All-Stars,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Fatback Band,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Associates,
Hasil Adkins,
the Slits,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Tremeloes,
Pulsallama,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Neil Young,
Suicide,
The Electric Prunes,
Peter and Kerry,
Rhythm & Sound,
Jerry's Kids,
Lightning Bolt,
The Black Dice,
The J.B.'s,
Gang of Four,
F. McDonald,
Inner City,
Young Marble Giants,
The Vogues,
The Fuzztones,
Kenny Larkin,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lou Reed,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sound Behaviour,
Pere Ubu,
X-102,
Nas,
The Neon Judgement,
Electric Light Orchestra,
X-Ray Spex,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Absolute Body Control,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Barry Ungar,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Slick Rick,
The Velvet Underground,
Cybotron,
Whodini, Whodini, Whodini, Whodini.
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.