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 Jamaica and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 synthesizer 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 Al Stewart to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Johnny Osbourne. All the underground hits.
All Average White Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Techniques record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gerry Rafferty record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang of Four,
John Coltrane,
Marvin Gaye,
The Walker Brothers,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Delon & Dalcan,
Supertramp,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Standells,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lungfish,
Country Teasers,
Skriet,
Hot Snakes,
Visage,
The Mojo Men,
CMW,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Depeche Mode,
Dual Sessions,
New Age Steppers,
The Pretty Things,
Joe Smooth,
Mandrill,
Al Stewart,
The Alarm Clocks,
Tim Buckley,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Residents,
Bang On A Can,
Fela Kuti,
Organ,
X-102,
The Tremeloes,
Magazine,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Michelle Simonal,
New York Dolls,
Technova,
Andrew Hill,
The Divine Comedy,
Donny Hathaway,
Eden Ahbez,
Joe Finger,
Sonic Youth,
Radiohead,
The Star Department,
Simply Red,
Reagan Youth,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Shoche,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Moody Blues,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Anthony Braxton,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bill Wells,
The Victims,
La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf.
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.