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 Laos and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 güiro 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 Sun City Girls to the dance 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 Glenn Branca. All the underground hits.
All Susan Cadogan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gerry Rafferty record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Second Layer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Outsiders,
Arab on Radar,
Anakelly,
Delon & Dalcan,
Graham Central Station,
Mantronix,
The Cramps,
Steve Hackett,
The Neon Judgement,
Rod Modell,
Archie Shepp,
The Young Rascals,
Crime,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Fela Kuti,
Scan 7,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Kenny Larkin,
Parry Music,
Can,
Sam Rivers,
Grauzone,
Gichy Dan,
Country Teasers,
The Motions,
Rotary Connection,
Sarah Menescal,
Index,
ABC,
Robert Wyatt,
Electric Prunes,
Brick,
The Standells,
The Dirtbombs,
Siglo XX,
Deepchord,
Terrestrial Tones,
Average White Band,
The Kinks,
K-Klass,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Desert Stars,
48th St. Collective,
X-Ray Spex,
Spandau Ballet,
Aswad,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Jawbox,
Barrington Levy,
The J.B.'s,
Donny Hathaway,
Gerry Rafferty,
Television Personalities,
John Cale,
The Star Department,
Rufus Thomas,
Rapeman,
CMW,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Godley & Creme,
The Shadows of Knight,
Dead Boys,
Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster.
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.