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 Pakistan and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 arpeggiator 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 Soulsonic Force to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Flamin' Groovies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bronski Beat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 harpsichord and an organ 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 theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
T.S.O.L.,
Fela Kuti,
Flipper,
Index,
Marine Girls,
Con Funk Shun,
Supertramp,
Radio Birdman,
Isaac Hayes,
The Wake,
The Count Five,
Rod Modell,
Aloha Tigers,
cv313,
Bang On A Can,
Pole,
The Toasters,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Nils Olav,
Steve Hackett,
Minutemen,
Chris Corsano,
Roxy Music,
Rhythm & Sound,
Crash Course in Science,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lucky Dragons,
Avey Tare,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Henry Cow,
D'Angelo,
Eli Mardock,
The Mojo Men,
Joyce Sims,
Accadde A,
A Certain Ratio,
Albert Ayler,
Dual Sessions,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Kaleidoscope,
These Immortal Souls,
Gabor Szabo,
Lakeside,
Jimmy McGriff,
Au Pairs,
Carl Craig,
The Happenings,
Eric Dolphy,
The Stooges,
Heaven 17,
The Sonics,
Rapeman,
Kurtis Blow,
Maurizio,
Technova,
Goldenarms,
Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec.
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.