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 Tonga and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Electric Prunes to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Blake Baxter. All the underground hits.
All Gerry Rafferty tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Birthday Party record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Frankie Knuckles record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roger Hodgson,
Pantytec,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Hardrive,
Carl Craig,
Clear Light,
Sound Behaviour,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Dark Day,
Man Parrish,
Toni Rubio,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ronnie Foster,
Terry Callier,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Surgeon,
cv313,
Lungfish,
the Bar-Kays,
Frankie Knuckles,
Reuben Wilson,
John Cale,
Ohio Players,
Yellowson,
Liliput,
Nick Fraelich,
Cymande,
Reagan Youth,
Terrestrial Tones,
Arcadia,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bauhaus,
Minutemen,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Deadbeat,
Crash Course in Science,
Simply Red,
Brick,
Technova,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Brass Construction,
Blake Baxter,
La Düsseldorf,
The Fire Engines,
Dave Gahan,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Mandrill,
Boredoms,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Josef K,
Drexciya,
Excepter,
Skarface,
Susan Cadogan,
Sarah Menescal,
Electric Prunes,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Fatback Band,
Joe Smooth,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band.
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.