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 Egypt and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Barrington Levy to the funk 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 Jimmy McGriff. All the underground hits.
All Jacob Miller tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every OOIOO 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 a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Saccharine Trust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
H. Thieme,
Maurizio,
Marvin Gaye,
Lower 48,
The Young Rascals,
Marc Almond,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
This Heat,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Shoche,
Toni Rubio,
Outsiders,
The Five Americans,
Franke,
La Düsseldorf,
The Dead C,
The Mojo Men,
48th St. Collective,
Arab on Radar,
Fela Kuti,
Drexciya,
Circle Jerks,
Can,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Victims,
Visage,
Sun Ra,
Monks,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
ABBA,
Sparks,
Traffic Nightmare,
Stetsasonic,
Fear,
Little Man,
The Sonics,
The Durutti Column,
Gang Green,
The Birthday Party,
Peter & Gordon,
Moss Icon,
The Move,
Intrusion,
Wasted Youth,
The Moleskins,
Young Marble Giants,
Lou Christie,
The Martian,
Johnny Clarke,
Von Mondo,
Bill Wells,
Shuggie Otis,
The Litter,
Popol Vuh,
Crime,
Delon & Dalcan,
Charles Mingus,
Scion,
The Angels of Light,
Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty.
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.