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 Albania and from Tehran.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Seeds to the dance 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 The Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.
All Zero Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Buckinghams record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gerry Rafferty record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed,
Susan Cadogan,
China Crisis,
Cameo,
Ice-T,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Eric Copeland,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Pretty Things,
The Star Department,
Parry Music,
Slick Rick,
Marmalade,
The Saints,
Stereo Dub,
The Durutti Column,
the Bar-Kays,
T. Rex,
the Association,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Terry Callier,
The Busters,
Easy Going,
The Music Machine,
Swell Maps,
Dark Day,
Harry Pussy,
Delta 5,
The Seeds,
T.S.O.L.,
Fatback Band,
Joey Negro,
Andrew Hill,
Sight & Sound,
The Gun Club,
Bobby Sherman,
Deakin,
Frankie Knuckles,
Maleditus Sound,
Tropical Tobacco,
Charles Mingus,
Mantronix,
Model 500,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Joe Smooth,
The Offenders,
Chrome,
The Tremeloes,
Gang Gang Dance,
R.M.O.,
Moss Icon,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Stetsasonic,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Agitation Free,
Infiniti,
Laurel Aitken,
Lindisfarne,
Pierre Henry,
DJ Sneak,
Harpers Bizarre,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark.
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.