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 Guatemala and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Reuben Wilson to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Godley & Creme. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Traffic Nightmare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faust,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Fuzztones,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kas Product,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Trojans,
Wasted Youth,
Charles Mingus,
Ornette Coleman,
The Residents,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Eden Ahbez,
Marcia Griffiths,
Skaos,
Rotary Connection,
T.S.O.L.,
Gichy Dan,
Ultra Naté,
Janne Schatter,
Lungfish,
Grauzone,
The Sonics,
Scrapy,
Ronnie Foster,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Radiohead,
Andrew Hill,
Tom Boy,
Ultravox,
JFA,
Flash Fearless,
Kaleidoscope,
The Martian,
Lakeside,
Vainqueur,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gang of Four,
The Cure,
Kurtis Blow,
UT,
Delta 5,
The Smoke,
Model 500,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bob Dylan,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Beau Brummels,
Kayak,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
a-ha,
Oneida,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sonic Youth,
Soul II Soul,
Quando Quango,
Crispy Ambulance,
X-Ray Spex,
Boz Scaggs,
Bobby Womack,
KRS-One,
the Human League,
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
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.