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 Singapore and from Lagos.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Madrid.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All Marcia Griffiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Beasts of Bourbon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxy Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Procol Harum,
Maleditus Sound,
Radiohead,
Pulsallama,
Wasted Youth,
Sight & Sound,
Japan,
Moebius,
Accadde A,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Moleskins,
The Raincoats,
Panda Bear,
Cheater Slicks,
Sparks,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Patti Smith,
Flipper,
Shuggie Otis,
Sunsets and Hearts,
AZ,
Talk Talk,
Howard Jones,
Amon Düül,
Aloha Tigers,
Oneida,
The Five Americans,
Fat Boys,
Piero Umiliani,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Slick Rick,
Cymande,
The Walker Brothers,
The Red Krayola,
Ralphi Rosario,
Radio Birdman,
Sun Ra,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Infiniti,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Roy Ayers,
The Vogues,
Leonard Cohen,
Yaz,
Toni Rubio,
The Remains,
Reuben Wilson,
E-Dancer,
Morten Harket,
Bootsy Collins,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Pole,
Thompson Twins,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gerry Rafferty,
Marshall Jefferson,
Juan Atkins,
Sound Behaviour,
The Wake,
Pharoah Sanders,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.