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 Saudi Arabia and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 Beijing and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 a-ha to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Black Pus. All the underground hits.
All Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Tremeloes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pylon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gerry Rafferty,
The Saints,
Scott Walker,
FM Einheit,
Bill Near,
Stetsasonic,
The Wake,
Alphaville,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lungfish,
The Young Rascals,
Pagans,
Japan,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Organ,
Big Daddy Kane,
Tommy Roe,
Qualms,
Eric Dolphy,
The Selecter,
In Retrospect,
Bill Wells,
Porter Ricks,
Wally Richardson,
Pussy Galore,
Soft Cell,
Ponytail,
Pere Ubu,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Television,
Rufus Thomas,
The Buckinghams,
Piero Umiliani,
Soft Machine,
Heaven 17,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Eurythmics,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Von Mondo,
AZ,
Dorothy Ashby,
Todd Terry,
Pantytec,
Max Romeo,
Lyres,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Marcia Griffiths,
Rites of Spring,
The Stooges,
Steve Hackett,
The Raincoats,
June of 44,
Yellowson,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
the Bar-Kays,
Terrestrial Tones,
Moss Icon,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lindisfarne,
Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff.
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.