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 Turkmenistan and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 rhodes 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 Roger Hodgson to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Qualms. All the underground hits.
All Gerry Rafferty tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spandau Ballet 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ash Ra Tempel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moleskins,
Joe Smooth,
Matthew Bourne,
Skriet,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lindisfarne,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Zeros,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The United States of America,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Second Layer,
ABBA,
Black Moon,
The Techniques,
The Motions,
Depeche Mode,
The Gap Band,
Drexciya,
Marcia Griffiths,
Metal Thangz,
Vainqueur,
Don Cherry,
F. McDonald,
Crooked Eye,
Moebius,
Davy DMX,
Quantec,
Dead Boys,
Barclay James Harvest,
the Bar-Kays,
Derrick May,
Roger Hodgson,
Make Up,
Albert Ayler,
Lalo Schifrin,
Pet Shop Boys,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
DNA,
Crispy Ambulance,
JFA,
Steve Hackett,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lightning Bolt,
The Fuzztones,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Jeff Mills,
The Gun Club,
Aaron Thompson,
X-Ray Spex,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
the Association,
Gang Green,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sound Behaviour,
Bronski Beat,
Yellowson,
kango's stein massive,
La Düsseldorf,
Echospace,
The Wake,
Loose Ends,
Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike.
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.