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 Solomon Islands and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in 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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the organ 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 Sound Behaviour to the rap 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 Bobby Hutcherson. All the underground hits.
All The Fugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Das Ding 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron 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 marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed,
Derrick May,
The Pretty Things,
Lou Christie,
Marshall Jefferson,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
X-102,
The Saints,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Litter,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Victims,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Massinfluence,
Skaos,
Schoolly D,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Skriet,
Camberwell Now,
Tom Boy,
The Blues Magoos,
Bizarre Inc.,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Kool Moe Dee,
Bang On A Can,
the Germs,
Bush Tetras,
T.S.O.L.,
Reagan Youth,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Velvet Underground,
Basic Channel,
Flash Fearless,
the Association,
Althea and Donna,
Franke,
Ronan,
Godley & Creme,
The Beau Brummels,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Funkadelic,
The Raincoats,
Warsaw,
Vainqueur,
Marine Girls,
Soul II Soul,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Throbbing Gristle,
Deepchord,
Depeche Mode,
Groovy Waters,
Michelle Simonal,
Lightning Bolt,
Moss Icon,
Joey Negro,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Kinks,
Jeff Lynne,
Terry Callier,
Underground Resistance,
Cal Tjader,
Bauhaus,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange.
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.