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 Laos and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Tokyo.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Human League to the disco 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 Kenny Larkin. All the underground hits.
All Soft Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & John Cale 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet 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 spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Piero Umiliani,
Brothers Johnson,
Kerrie Biddell,
Cybotron,
Can,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Monks,
Ornette Coleman,
Sandy B,
Guru Guru,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Fugs,
Mars,
The Sound,
Sonny Sharrock,
Jerry's Kids,
Buzzcocks,
Banda Bassotti,
Echospace,
Jeru the Damaja,
Youth Brigade,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Accadde A,
Hashim,
Cheater Slicks,
Sun City Girls,
Mantronix,
Trumans Water,
The Black Dice,
F. McDonald,
Peter and Kerry,
kango's stein massive,
Easy Going,
Godley & Creme,
Supertramp,
Gang Starr,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Television Personalities,
Soulsonic Force,
The Techniques,
Y Pants,
Grandmaster Flash,
Leonard Cohen,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Swans,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gabor Szabo,
Tomorrow,
Jeff Lynne,
The New Christs,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Crooked Eye,
Bill Wells,
The Slits,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Urselle,
China Crisis,
8 Eyed Spy,
Drive Like Jehu,
E-Dancer,
Toni Rubio,
Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685.
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.