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 Turkey and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 Manchester and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 Brand Nubian to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Barry Ungar. All the underground hits.
All The Martian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kurtis Blow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Steve Hackett record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar 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,
Section 25,
Agitation Free,
Trumans Water,
10cc,
The United States of America,
Easy Going,
Pylon,
The Five Americans,
Blancmange,
Nick Fraelich,
The Gap Band,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Dave Gahan,
Dead Boys,
Goldenarms,
the Association,
Jawbox,
8 Eyed Spy,
Drexciya,
Barbara Tucker,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
In Retrospect,
Metal Thangz,
Big Daddy Kane,
Slave,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kaleidoscope,
Ossler,
Faust,
Hoover,
Brick,
Deadbeat,
Thompson Twins,
The Music Machine,
Groovy Waters,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Real Kids,
The Gun Club,
DNA,
Country Teasers,
PIL,
Pantaleimon,
Simply Red,
Junior Murvin,
The Smiths,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Infiniti,
Laurel Aitken,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Man Parrish,
The Sonics,
Mark Hollis,
Oblivians,
The Wake,
Black Flag,
The Selecter,
Excepter,
Television,
Jerry Gold Smith,
These Immortal Souls,
Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville.
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.