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 Angola and from Lagos.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Barbara Tucker to the dance 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 Roy Ayers. All the underground hits.
All Amazonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eddi Front 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Godley & Creme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reuben Wilson,
Jacques Brel,
Silicon Teens,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Agitation Free,
Spandau Ballet,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Flipper,
X-102,
Ituana,
Roxy Music,
Black Pus,
Negative Approach,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Smoke,
Babytalk,
Tim Buckley,
Curtis Mayfield,
Toni Rubio,
Delta 5,
the Germs,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gabor Szabo,
Black Bananas,
James Chance & The Contortions,
the Normal,
June of 44,
The Selecter,
The Human League,
The Divine Comedy,
Sight & Sound,
Henry Cow,
Pylon,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Parry Music,
Fugazi,
Dennis Brown,
Skriet,
Public Image Ltd.,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Electric Prunes,
Idris Muhammad,
Quando Quango,
Boz Scaggs,
John Holt,
The Birthday Party,
Matthew Bourne,
Electric Prunes,
These Immortal Souls,
Terrestrial Tones,
Don Cherry,
Roger Hodgson,
Swans,
Procol Harum,
Swell Maps,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gichy Dan,
Bronski Beat,
Buzzcocks,
Bobby Womack,
Freddie Wadling,
Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart.
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.