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 Honduras and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Al Stewart to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Stiv Bators. All the underground hits.
All Pole tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sound Behaviour record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar 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 linndrum and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Infiniti,
Stetsasonic,
The Gories,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Dirtbombs,
Sugar Minott,
Lalo Schifrin,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Curtis Mayfield,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Scrapy,
Gichy Dan,
Trumans Water,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Harpers Bizarre,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
John Holt,
Desert Stars,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Leaves,
DNA,
Letta Mbulu,
AZ,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lungfish,
Crispian St. Peters,
Minny Pops,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lou Christie,
The Beau Brummels,
Tears for Fears,
Jeru the Damaja,
KRS-One,
The Monks,
Juan Atkins,
Alice Coltrane,
Archie Shepp,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sandy B,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Roy Ayers,
Fad Gadget,
Donny Hathaway,
Pole,
Ken Boothe,
Funkadelic,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sexual Harrassment,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Toni Rubio,
Subhumans,
The Gap Band,
Q65,
Pantaleimon,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Residents,
The Gladiators,
Public Image Ltd.,
Hoover, Hoover, Hoover, Hoover.
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.