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 Dominican Republic and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Lindisfarne to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Doobie Brothers. All the underground hits.
All The Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Motions 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unrelated Segments record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June Days,
Lindisfarne,
Visage,
Erasure,
Talk Talk,
Eric Dolphy,
The Toasters,
New Order,
FM Einheit,
Livin' Joy,
The Dave Clark Five,
Girls At Our Best!,
Hoover,
Darondo,
The Seeds,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Minnie Riperton,
Reuben Wilson,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gil Scott Heron,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Cymande,
Oneida,
Yusef Lateef,
New York Dolls,
Radiopuhelimet,
Amon Düül,
Tomorrow,
Basic Channel,
Excepter,
Kevin Saunderson,
K-Klass,
Public Image Ltd.,
David McCallum,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ralphi Rosario,
Black Bananas,
Heaven 17,
the Fania All-Stars,
Camberwell Now,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Marcia Griffiths,
Danielle Patucci,
Agent Orange,
Deepchord,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Monks,
The Real Kids,
Albert Ayler,
The Electric Prunes,
Bush Tetras,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ten City,
The United States of America,
The Moleskins,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lyres,
Subhumans,
Johnny Clarke,
Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses.
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.