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 Australia and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 It's A Beautiful Day to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron. All the underground hits.
All Nils Olav tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Last Poets 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a London Community Gospel Choir record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Au Pairs,
Altered Images,
Steve Hackett,
Franke,
The Misunderstood,
Negative Approach,
Funky Four + One,
Robert Wyatt,
Soul II Soul,
Wasted Youth,
The Durutti Column,
Lightning Bolt,
Half Japanese,
Dead Boys,
Flash Fearless,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sixth Finger,
The United States of America,
The Cure,
Judy Mowatt,
David Bowie,
F. McDonald,
Godley & Creme,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Man Parrish,
The Divine Comedy,
The Golliwogs,
Skaos,
Guru Guru,
It's A Beautiful Day,
John Cale,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Michelle Simonal,
The Fire Engines,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Matthew Bourne,
The Blues Magoos,
Erasure,
Radio Birdman,
Gastr Del Sol,
Howard Jones,
Idris Muhammad,
Goldenarms,
Mr. Review,
Monolake,
Talk Talk,
Big Daddy Kane,
Roxy Music,
The Birthday Party,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Section 25,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Reagan Youth,
Joy Division,
The Music Machine,
the Fania All-Stars,
U.S. Maple,
Buzzcocks,
Ken Boothe,
Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry.
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.