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 Comoros and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 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 Roxy Music to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks. All the underground hits.
All Thompson Twins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The United States of America record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Livin' Joy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roger Hodgson,
Andrew Hill,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bobby Womack,
Sun Ra,
Icehouse,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Fortunes,
Glambeats Corp.,
Agitation Free,
R.M.O.,
Dead Boys,
Bobby Byrd,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Piero Umiliani,
Derrick May,
The Mummies,
Public Image Ltd.,
48th St. Collective,
The Toasters,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Agent Orange,
Terry Callier,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Soul Sonic Force,
Scratch Acid,
Girls At Our Best!,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bill Near,
Eli Mardock,
Marshall Jefferson,
Smog,
Minny Pops,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Avey Tare,
Sarah Menescal,
Los Fastidios,
Judy Mowatt,
Cal Tjader,
The Smiths,
The Happenings,
Charles Mingus,
Jacob Miller,
Severed Heads,
Tom Boy,
Duran Duran,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Eve St. Jones,
Warsaw,
Subhumans,
Sound Behaviour,
Harry Pussy,
The Stooges,
The Gladiators,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bobby Sherman,
Junior Murvin,
Ornette Coleman,
Eric Copeland,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Quadrant,
Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron.
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.