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 Samoa and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 The Residents to the rap 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 Be Bop Deluxe. All the underground hits.
All Moebius tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Althea and Donna 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes 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 mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Walker Brothers,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Trojans,
Harmonia,
The Electric Prunes,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Wally Richardson,
Deepchord,
Ronnie Foster,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ituana,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Whodini,
World's Most,
Arab on Radar,
Pagans,
cv313,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sun City Girls,
Gabor Szabo,
Quando Quango,
Babytalk,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Danielle Patucci,
Lou Reed,
New Age Steppers,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Josef K,
Underground Resistance,
the Germs,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Radio Birdman,
Theoretical Girls,
Hashim,
Lucky Dragons,
Drive Like Jehu,
Rod Modell,
K-Klass,
John Foxx,
Franke,
Yazoo,
Nico,
Motorama,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Toasters,
Connie Case,
Skriet,
Jeff Lynne,
The Kinks,
The Moleskins,
Blake Baxter,
Archie Shepp,
Marcia Griffiths,
Von Mondo,
Model 500,
Scott Walker,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Metal Thangz,
The American Breed,
The Gap Band,
MC5,
Q65,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.
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.