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 Saudi Arabia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 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 Roxette to the punk 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 Arab on Radar. All the underground hits.
All Popol Vuh tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dorothy Ashby record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Schoolly D record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lungfish,
Barrington Levy,
Gerry Rafferty,
Arab on Radar,
Eve St. Jones,
Soft Cell,
Main Source,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Alarm Clocks,
Porter Ricks,
Black Bananas,
Mandrill,
Lou Christie,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Jawbox,
Section 25,
Pantytec,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Half Japanese,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Basic Channel,
Patti Smith,
Godley & Creme,
Robert Hood,
Technova,
Vladislav Delay,
The Gun Club,
David Bowie,
The Victims,
Con Funk Shun,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Dual Sessions,
Make Up,
Fatback Band,
Quadrant,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Au Pairs,
Radiohead,
Sight & Sound,
Stiv Bators,
48th St. Collective,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Sound,
DJ Style,
Jandek,
Charles Mingus,
cv313,
Sarah Menescal,
ABC,
Wasted Youth,
David McCallum,
ABBA,
Grauzone,
Tres Demented,
Freddie Wadling,
Gabor Szabo,
James Chance & The Contortions,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Jacob Miller,
Scientists, Scientists, Scientists, Scientists.
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.