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 Tanzania and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in 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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Mexico City.
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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Aloha Tigers to the rap 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 The Mummies. All the underground hits.
All Soft Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marmalade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer 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 marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Neon Judgement,
Deadbeat,
Marvin Gaye,
Popol Vuh,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
the Human League,
Main Source,
Sonic Youth,
Blossom Toes,
Girls At Our Best!,
H. Thieme,
David Axelrod,
Barry Ungar,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
kango's stein massive,
Index,
New York Dolls,
Eurythmics,
Eve St. Jones,
Pierre Henry,
Inner City,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sandy B,
Max Romeo,
Dead Boys,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Vogues,
The Raincoats,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
KRS-One,
David McCallum,
Aloha Tigers,
Clear Light,
Tom Boy,
Bad Manners,
Skriet,
Terry Callier,
The Techniques,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
T. Rex,
Subhumans,
Rhythm & Sound,
Flipper,
Gichy Dan,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Rotary Connection,
Robert Wyatt,
Letta Mbulu,
Howard Jones,
A Certain Ratio,
Essential Logic,
Darondo,
Make Up,
Minor Threat,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Electric Prunes,
The Count Five,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Joe Smooth,
Mars, Mars, Mars, Mars.
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.