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 Tanzania and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Calgary.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Fad Gadget to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Mars. All the underground hits.
All The Cure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Wells 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a China Crisis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gerry Rafferty,
The Fugs,
June of 44,
Trumans Water,
Jawbox,
X-101,
The Cramps,
The Blues Magoos,
Harry Pussy,
Gregory Isaacs,
Wings,
Kurtis Blow,
Lalo Schifrin,
Hot Snakes,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kevin Saunderson,
The United States of America,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ten City,
Altered Images,
Au Pairs,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gichy Dan,
Funky Four + One,
Amon Düül II,
Howard Jones,
Black Moon,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Slits,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Blake Baxter,
Agent Orange,
La Düsseldorf,
John Cale,
Peter and Kerry,
Half Japanese,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Susan Cadogan,
The Tremeloes,
Glambeats Corp.,
Juan Atkins,
Kaleidoscope,
Flash Fearless,
Roy Ayers,
Black Bananas,
Al Stewart,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Pierre Henry,
Marvin Gaye,
The Moleskins,
The Pretty Things,
Lakeside,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Dead C,
Scott Walker,
Sun Ra,
Colin Newman,
It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day.
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.