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 Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 harpsichord 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 Duran Duran to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Tres Demented. All the underground hits.
All Desert Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bizarre Inc. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suicide record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tim Buckley,
Popol Vuh,
Roxy Music,
Cal Tjader,
The Shadows of Knight,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Donald Byrd,
The New Christs,
John Cale,
Arcadia,
Big Daddy Kane,
Fela Kuti,
Reagan Youth,
Visage,
Barbara Tucker,
Judy Mowatt,
Agent Orange,
Robert Wyatt,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Eric Copeland,
Bob Dylan,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
David Axelrod,
The Sound,
Pharoah Sanders,
Nik Kershaw,
Erasure,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Nico,
Heaven 17,
David McCallum,
Sonic Youth,
Rakim,
The Victims,
Nas,
Skarface,
The Modern Lovers,
MC5,
Dual Sessions,
Cymande,
Moby Grape,
the Soft Cell,
Essential Logic,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Associates,
Derrick May,
X-102,
Pussy Galore,
Spandau Ballet,
Radio Birdman,
The Raincoats,
Rotary Connection,
Matthew Halsall,
Yusef Lateef,
Nation of Ulysses,
Kurtis Blow,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Peter and Kerry,
Eddi Front,
DNA,
Anthony Braxton,
Inner City, Inner City, Inner City, Inner City.
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.