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 China and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the oboe 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 The Star Department to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All Davy DMX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aaron Thompson 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Divine Comedy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terry Callier,
Rakim,
Wire,
Magma,
Derrick Morgan,
Tears for Fears,
China Crisis,
The Litter,
Gabor Szabo,
Amon Düül,
Godley & Creme,
Arcadia,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Oneida,
Fugazi,
June Days,
Ossler,
Supertramp,
Bronski Beat,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Urselle,
Patti Smith,
This Heat,
Pantytec,
Chrome,
Infiniti,
Radiohead,
The Busters,
The Searchers,
Robert Wyatt,
Stereo Dub,
Reuben Wilson,
Throbbing Gristle,
Eden Ahbez,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Average White Band,
The Neon Judgement,
Alice Coltrane,
Kas Product,
Popol Vuh,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Roy Ayers,
The Pretty Things,
Eddi Front,
The Selecter,
Suicide,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bill Wells,
Rod Modell,
The Gap Band,
Ultra Naté,
Pagans,
Eurythmics,
Lyres,
Sound Behaviour,
Terrestrial Tones,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Liliput,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight.
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.