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 Chile and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Bob Dylan to the techno 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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All Peter & Gordon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quadrant record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gerry Rafferty,
The Names,
48th St. Collective,
Lalo Schifrin,
Scan 7,
Desert Stars,
Sixth Finger,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Cameo,
Das Ding,
Pere Ubu,
Jeff Mills,
Hashim,
Gastr Del Sol,
Mary Jane Girls,
Harry Pussy,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gang Starr,
Todd Rundgren,
a-ha,
Patti Smith,
Slick Rick,
The Blues Magoos,
Byron Stingily,
Peter and Kerry,
the Association,
Agent Orange,
David Axelrod,
Joy Division,
Eric Copeland,
Bauhaus,
The Dirtbombs,
Alison Limerick,
Fear,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Brass Construction,
Cybotron,
Terry Callier,
Sarah Menescal,
Black Flag,
Ohio Players,
Lou Reed,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Moleskins,
The Fall,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sam Rivers,
Excepter,
PIL,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Hasil Adkins,
Sun Ra,
June of 44,
Marvin Gaye,
The Motions,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Remains,
Schoolly D,
Swans,
Gichy Dan,
The United States of America,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Smoke,
Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep.
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.