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 Nicaragua and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Fela Kuti to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Section 25. All the underground hits.
All Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe 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 snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faust,
PIL,
Robert Hood,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Subhumans,
The Leaves,
Altered Images,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pulsallama,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Joe Finger,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Names,
Joey Negro,
kango's stein massive,
Public Enemy,
Mission of Burma,
Hasil Adkins,
Vainqueur,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sparks,
Skriet,
The Star Department,
Royal Trux,
Skaos,
Scion,
Charles Mingus,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Scientists,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Hot Snakes,
Archie Shepp,
X-Ray Spex,
The Detroit Cobras,
Jerry Gold Smith,
10cc,
The Barracudas,
Stiv Bators,
Kevin Saunderson,
Henry Cow,
Lower 48,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ronnie Foster,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Judy Mowatt,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Toni Rubio,
Underground Resistance,
Siglo XX,
Talk Talk,
Marshall Jefferson,
Electric Prunes,
Zero Boys,
The Black Dice,
Swans,
The New Christs,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Kerri Chandler,
Fugazi,
Echospace,
Sarah Menescal,
Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer.
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.