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 New Zealand and from London.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Hot Snakes to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Henry Cow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Copeland record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Cell,
Bluetip,
Isaac Hayes,
David Axelrod,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Amon Düül,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Robert Hood,
Parry Music,
The Angels of Light,
Tropical Tobacco,
Nik Kershaw,
Johnny Clarke,
Maurizio,
Arthur Verocai,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Goldenarms,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Durutti Column,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
One Last Wish,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Angry Samoans,
Visage,
Heaven 17,
Barclay James Harvest,
Wire,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Letta Mbulu,
Aural Exciters,
Siglo XX,
Mars,
Young Marble Giants,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sonic Youth,
Funky Four + One,
The Martian,
Carl Craig,
Harry Pussy,
Quantec,
Delta 5,
Arcadia,
10cc,
Rekid,
Flamin' Groovies,
U.S. Maple,
Nation of Ulysses,
DJ Style,
The Monks,
La Düsseldorf,
Glambeats Corp.,
Organ,
The Happenings,
Dave Gahan,
Ronan,
Prince Buster,
Half Japanese,
Q65,
Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty.
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.