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 Cameroon 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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Jakarta.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Lou Christie to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Radiohead. All the underground hits.
All K-Klass tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boogie Down Productions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar 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 an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ 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 Neon Judgement,
Desert Stars,
Scientists,
Ronan,
The Walker Brothers,
Mission of Burma,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Dennis Brown,
Lou Christie,
Circle Jerks,
Organ,
The Stooges,
Steve Hackett,
Nick Fraelich,
Heaven 17,
X-101,
Second Layer,
Anthony Braxton,
Man Parrish,
Moby Grape,
Ornette Coleman,
Cybotron,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Slits,
This Heat,
The Electric Prunes,
The Monochrome Set,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Leaves,
E-Dancer,
Glambeats Corp.,
Absolute Body Control,
Brass Construction,
The Angels of Light,
Ice-T,
Soft Cell,
KRS-One,
Kool Moe Dee,
Tommy Roe,
Pet Shop Boys,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Searchers,
Ohio Players,
Slick Rick,
Kerri Chandler,
Grey Daturas,
The United States of America,
Mr. Review,
Eric B and Rakim,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Henry Cow,
The Real Kids,
Sex Pistols,
Amon Düül II,
Connie Case,
Janne Schatter,
Tom Boy,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Rhythm & Sound,
Skriet,
Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5.
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.