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 Sri Lanka and from Bremen.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Philadelphia.
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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Moody Blues to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Shoche. All the underground hits.
All Howard Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joy Division 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes 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 spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Techniques,
Grey Daturas,
Rod Modell,
FM Einheit,
The Moleskins,
Eric Copeland,
Connie Case,
Bauhaus,
Blossom Toes,
Chris Corsano,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Yellowson,
Porter Ricks,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Cybotron,
Harry Pussy,
Mars,
the Human League,
Roxette,
Underground Resistance,
Oneida,
The Fugs,
Arab on Radar,
Gong,
Make Up,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Funky Four + One,
Peter & Gordon,
Girls At Our Best!,
Organ,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Leonard Cohen,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Mandrill,
Pantytec,
Fear,
Lightning Bolt,
Kaleidoscope,
Skriet,
Groovy Waters,
Radiopuhelimet,
Outsiders,
The Five Americans,
Kayak,
the Association,
Blancmange,
Kerrie Biddell,
Tom Boy,
Kurtis Blow,
The Beau Brummels,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Brick,
Chris & Cosey,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
X-102,
Stiv Bators,
Cheater Slicks,
The Black Dice,
Marc Almond,
Sun City Girls,
Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown.
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.