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 New Zealand and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 mellotron 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 Isaac Hayes to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Marcia Griffiths. All the underground hits.
All Eric Dolphy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Banda Bassotti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet 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 synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cure,
DJ Sneak,
Sonny Sharrock,
Circle Jerks,
Lindisfarne,
Traffic Nightmare,
Wings,
Ice-T,
Cameo,
Bronski Beat,
Arcadia,
Scratch Acid,
Quando Quango,
Porter Ricks,
Joey Negro,
Marine Girls,
Cal Tjader,
Amazonics,
H. Thieme,
Subhumans,
The Motions,
Babytalk,
R.M.O.,
Yaz,
Amon Düül II,
Rosa Yemen,
The Trojans,
Ludus,
World's Most,
Bob Dylan,
Jacques Brel,
The Leaves,
Matthew Bourne,
Camberwell Now,
Ronan,
Malaria!,
Fela Kuti,
Gastr Del Sol,
the Soft Cell,
KRS-One,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Evens,
Metal Thangz,
Fugazi,
Heaven 17,
Stockholm Monsters,
Quantec,
Peter & Gordon,
Yusef Lateef,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Barrington Levy,
DJ Style,
Royal Trux,
The Star Department,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Jeff Mills,
Simply Red,
Sam Rivers,
The Knickerbockers,
Janne Schatter,
In Retrospect,
DNA,
Mad Mike,
Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic.
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.