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 Vietnam and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 oboe 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 Massinfluence to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Graham Central Station. All the underground hits.
All Yellowson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gerry Rafferty record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Youth Brigade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Prunes,
In Retrospect,
The Beau Brummels,
The Doobie Brothers,
the Slits,
The Skatalites,
the Soft Cell,
Quando Quango,
Hardrive,
Nico,
Monks,
Pylon,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Susan Cadogan,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bill Near,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gang of Four,
Anakelly,
Joey Negro,
John Lydon,
Henry Cow,
Delta 5,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Yazoo,
Reagan Youth,
Quadrant,
Kool Moe Dee,
Dual Sessions,
Al Stewart,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Symarip,
These Immortal Souls,
the Human League,
Tom Boy,
Newcleus,
Girls At Our Best!,
Yusef Lateef,
Eden Ahbez,
Jerry's Kids,
Saccharine Trust,
Severed Heads,
Deakin,
The Evens,
T. Rex,
Bobby Hutcherson,
R.M.O.,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Martian,
Japan,
Wire,
Scientists,
Erasure,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Royal Trux,
Cal Tjader,
Easy Going,
Smog,
Liliput,
Eric Copeland,
Silicon Teens,
The Grass Roots,
Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force.
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.