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 Guinea-Bissau and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Jeff Lynne to the electroclash 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 Sight & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Thee Headcoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Count Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a mellotron and an oboe 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 oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boz Scaggs,
Deakin,
Aaron Thompson,
Scrapy,
Desert Stars,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Cameo,
MDC,
The Searchers,
Jacob Miller,
Marcia Griffiths,
Anthony Braxton,
AZ,
Bootsy Collins,
Youth Brigade,
The Knickerbockers,
Frankie Knuckles,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Mummies,
The Durutti Column,
Bush Tetras,
Skarface,
Man Parrish,
The Fall,
Smog,
Talk Talk,
Skriet,
Delta 5,
FM Einheit,
Brick,
Magma,
The Kinks,
The Gories,
Fatback Band,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ituana,
Sight & Sound,
cv313,
Easy Going,
Joy Division,
Crime,
Agent Orange,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Dorothy Ashby,
Minnie Riperton,
Neu!,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Funky Four + One,
Animal Collective,
Soulsonic Force,
the Association,
Scan 7,
The American Breed,
Groovy Waters,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Andrew Hill,
Ultravox,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes.
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.