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 Iran and from Copenhagen.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Surgeon to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sound Behaviour. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pole 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barbara Tucker 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?
Bobby Sherman,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Massinfluence,
Cybotron,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Deakin,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ornette Coleman,
Index,
Albert Ayler,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Trojans,
Letta Mbulu,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Durutti Column,
Tom Boy,
Kas Product,
Intrusion,
Steve Hackett,
Mad Mike,
Simply Red,
Andrew Hill,
Mission of Burma,
Erykah Badu,
The Moleskins,
The Mummies,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Man Eating Sloth,
Half Japanese,
Eden Ahbez,
H. Thieme,
Gang of Four,
Pierre Henry,
the Human League,
The Real Kids,
Swell Maps,
Morten Harket,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Dirtbombs,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Dual Sessions,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bob Dylan,
Fear,
The Index,
Girls At Our Best!,
Don Cherry,
Moby Grape,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Wally Richardson,
The Monks,
Boredoms,
Bad Manners,
The Cure,
Sarah Menescal,
Average White Band,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Magma,
Motorama,
48th St. Collective,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne.
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.