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 Ukraine and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Martian to the dance 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All Curtis Mayfield tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar 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 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Order,
Judy Mowatt,
Simply Red,
The Skatalites,
Clear Light,
Black Sheep,
La Düsseldorf,
Susan Cadogan,
Idris Muhammad,
Byron Stingily,
The Associates,
Main Source,
Radiohead,
Visage,
Adolescents,
Saccharine Trust,
Amon Düül,
Essential Logic,
Alton Ellis,
Eric B and Rakim,
Dave Gahan,
Colin Newman,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Warren Ellis,
Kenny Larkin,
David Axelrod,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Rosa Yemen,
Dorothy Ashby,
David McCallum,
Fear,
The Birthday Party,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Last Poets,
Tubeway Army,
Livin' Joy,
The Blackbyrds,
The Music Machine,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Eddi Front,
Minutemen,
Bluetip,
the Slits,
Michelle Simonal,
The Stooges,
The Names,
Wasted Youth,
Arthur Verocai,
Stereo Dub,
Godley & Creme,
Aaron Thompson,
Angry Samoans,
Zero Boys,
ABBA,
Rakim,
Pulsallama,
Rekid,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Slits,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Red Krayola,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock.
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.