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 Poland and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 harpsichord 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 Delon & Dalcan to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Tremeloes. All the underground hits.
All Leonard Cohen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Henry Cow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slick Rick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gerry Rafferty,
One Last Wish,
Gang Starr,
Scion,
Ice-T,
The Walker Brothers,
Visage,
Gang Gang Dance,
Pierre Henry,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Second Layer,
Soft Cell,
Television Personalities,
Joe Finger,
Flipper,
Reagan Youth,
Model 500,
Deadbeat,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
ABBA,
Warren Ellis,
Clear Light,
Gang Green,
Minor Threat,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Monks,
The Doors,
Bush Tetras,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Kinks,
Country Teasers,
Max Romeo,
Blossom Toes,
R.M.O.,
Nils Olav,
Kurtis Blow,
DJ Style,
Buzzcocks,
The Birthday Party,
Aural Exciters,
Guru Guru,
Eli Mardock,
Eve St. Jones,
Black Pus,
Eric Dolphy,
Juan Atkins,
Con Funk Shun,
The Dave Clark Five,
Fela Kuti,
the Association,
Terrestrial Tones,
The New Christs,
John Foxx,
Anthony Braxton,
Robert Wyatt,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Organ,
Althea and Donna,
KRS-One,
Q65, Q65, Q65, Q65.
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.