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 Swaziland and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Offenders to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All Country Teasers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moby Grape record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sound Behaviour record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gerry Rafferty,
Lakeside,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bronski Beat,
Cybotron,
The Fugs,
R.M.O.,
Ornette Coleman,
Crime,
Stiv Bators,
Dawn Penn,
Black Moon,
Marc Almond,
Television,
the Human League,
Matthew Halsall,
Magazine,
Dorothy Ashby,
Boz Scaggs,
Dark Day,
Delta 5,
Jerry's Kids,
Sexual Harrassment,
Al Stewart,
Second Layer,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Minor Threat,
Soul Sonic Force,
La Düsseldorf,
Depeche Mode,
Pulsallama,
John Cale,
Niagra,
Dead Boys,
Symarip,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Modern Lovers,
Cecil Taylor,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Minny Pops,
Desert Stars,
Scan 7,
Blossom Toes,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Minutemen,
Ten City,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Eddi Front,
Danielle Patucci,
Albert Ayler,
Cabaret Voltaire,
MC5,
David McCallum,
Cameo,
Idris Muhammad,
Eric B and Rakim,
Charles Mingus,
Zapp,
Tomorrow,
The Dave Clark Five,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Audionom, Audionom, Audionom, Audionom.
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.