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 Bahrain and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch to the crunk 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 Janne Schatter. All the underground hits.
All Sarah Menescal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobbi Humphrey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ 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 theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Bar-Kays,
Man Eating Sloth,
Amon Düül II,
Barry Ungar,
Nirvana,
Sun Ra,
Lindisfarne,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gerry Rafferty,
James White and The Blacks,
Peter & Gordon,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Dawn Penn,
The Golliwogs,
Goldenarms,
Howard Jones,
The Remains,
Agent Orange,
These Immortal Souls,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Arab on Radar,
the Fania All-Stars,
Qualms,
ABBA,
Supertramp,
Von Mondo,
John Coltrane,
The Walker Brothers,
Procol Harum,
Public Enemy,
Cybotron,
Stetsasonic,
Altered Images,
A Certain Ratio,
Lou Reed,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Zeros,
Barrington Levy,
Wings,
The Dave Clark Five,
Parry Music,
John Lydon,
Organ,
Pulsallama,
H. Thieme,
Scientists,
Lightning Bolt,
Soft Machine,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Five Americans,
New Order,
The Names,
David McCallum,
Black Bananas,
Interpol,
Television Personalities,
Alton Ellis,
T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L..
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.