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 Uruguay and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Calgary.
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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 The Divine Comedy to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Marvin Gaye. All the underground hits.
All Rahsaan Roland Kirk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gap Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar 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 rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gap Band,
Lou Christie,
Cheater Slicks,
Crooked Eye,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Pop Group,
Das Ding,
Black Sheep,
Y Pants,
The Motions,
Prince Buster,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Monolake,
Neu!,
Soul II Soul,
John Cale,
ABC,
Infiniti,
Desert Stars,
The Grass Roots,
The Monochrome Set,
The Selecter,
Bootsy Collins,
Jerry's Kids,
Max Romeo,
the Fania All-Stars,
Flash Fearless,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Skatalites,
the Soft Cell,
Minny Pops,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Warsaw,
Scion,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pagans,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Misunderstood,
The Slackers,
Maurizio,
Eli Mardock,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Matthew Halsall,
Public Enemy,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Trojans,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Silicon Teens,
Cameo,
Underground Resistance,
Brothers Johnson,
Oneida,
Bill Near,
Judy Mowatt,
Porter Ricks,
The Dirtbombs,
The Moleskins,
Lalann,
The Last Poets,
The Cure,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Visage,
John Foxx,
Magma, Magma, Magma, Magma.
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.