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 Mali and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan to the dance 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 Basic Channel. All the underground hits.
All Kaleidoscope tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Janne Schatter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spandau Ballet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gerry Rafferty,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Tommy Roe,
The Electric Prunes,
Sight & Sound,
Johnny Clarke,
Camberwell Now,
Anthony Braxton,
Traffic Nightmare,
Man Eating Sloth,
Eve St. Jones,
Aswad,
Excepter,
Interpol,
Guru Guru,
Donald Byrd,
Dual Sessions,
Jerry's Kids,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Pierre Henry,
Darondo,
Quando Quango,
Bobby Byrd,
Supertramp,
Avey Tare,
Gang Gang Dance,
Jeff Mills,
The Gories,
The Moody Blues,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rufus Thomas,
Fat Boys,
Alton Ellis,
Mary Jane Girls,
Soul Sonic Force,
ABBA,
The Gladiators,
Procol Harum,
The Fugs,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
the Sonics,
Alison Limerick,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Patti Smith,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Wake,
Howard Jones,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lindisfarne,
Ultravox,
Pagans,
Terry Callier,
Gang of Four,
Mad Mike,
The Walker Brothers,
Ronan,
Archie Shepp,
Altered Images,
Swans,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lou Reed,
Au Pairs,
Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan.
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.