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 Liechtenstein and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Searchers to the funk 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 Hardrive. All the underground hits.
All Lafayette Afro Rock Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Iggy Pop 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 synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suicide record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yaz,
Stetsasonic,
Rhythm & Sound,
Niagra,
Visage,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Durutti Column,
Blake Baxter,
The Litter,
Black Bananas,
Khruangbin,
Idris Muhammad,
Audionom,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Jerry's Kids,
Junior Murvin,
Ultra Naté,
Graham Central Station,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Rotary Connection,
The Fuzztones,
Eric B and Rakim,
Guru Guru,
Mad Mike,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Fela Kuti,
Barry Ungar,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Section 25,
Funky Four + One,
Kurtis Blow,
Lakeside,
Pulsallama,
Stockholm Monsters,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Technova,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Marmalade,
David Axelrod,
Erykah Badu,
Lower 48,
Todd Terry,
Unwound,
Tropical Tobacco,
John Coltrane,
Ultravox,
Eurythmics,
Patti Smith,
Desert Stars,
The Gun Club,
Minutemen,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
James White and The Blacks,
Bluetip,
Marcia Griffiths,
Hardrive,
Flipper,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bob Dylan,
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.