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 Tanzania and from Manchester.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 theremin 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 Gerry Rafferty to the dance 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 Kerrie Biddell. All the underground hits.
All Steve Hackett tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Popol Vuh record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gian Franco Pienzio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The United States of America,
Iggy Pop,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gil Scott Heron,
Joe Finger,
Blake Baxter,
Brand Nubian,
The Selecter,
Loose Ends,
Con Funk Shun,
Rotary Connection,
Colin Newman,
Letta Mbulu,
Jacques Brel,
Gastr Del Sol,
JFA,
Johnny Clarke,
DJ Style,
Blancmange,
Dawn Penn,
Todd Rundgren,
Althea and Donna,
Hasil Adkins,
The Invisible,
Procol Harum,
The Zeros,
48th St. Collective,
Skriet,
Sex Pistols,
The Motions,
ABBA,
PIL,
Shuggie Otis,
Royal Trux,
Crispy Ambulance,
Jeru the Damaja,
Piero Umiliani,
Joey Negro,
Simply Red,
Kas Product,
Glenn Branca,
The Dirtbombs,
The Gories,
Ultra Naté,
Soulsonic Force,
kango's stein massive,
Panda Bear,
Sixth Finger,
Minny Pops,
Stetsasonic,
Icehouse,
Reuben Wilson,
AZ,
the Slits,
Japan,
The Fall,
Flamin' Groovies,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Visage,
The Cure,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Au Pairs,
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.