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 Belgium and from Glasgow.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the snare 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 Ossler to the grunge 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 Supertramp. All the underground hits.
All Aural Exciters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Youth Brigade 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Velvet Underground record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
10cc,
Erykah Badu,
Motorama,
Khruangbin,
Slick Rick,
Nils Olav,
Swell Maps,
The Electric Prunes,
Oblivians,
48th St. Collective,
Warsaw,
Rotary Connection,
Tommy Roe,
Piero Umiliani,
Moebius,
Man Parrish,
Siglo XX,
Guru Guru,
Altered Images,
The Gories,
Lyres,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sixth Finger,
Blancmange,
Anakelly,
Eurythmics,
Roger Hodgson,
Aswad,
These Immortal Souls,
Severed Heads,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Funky Four + One,
Pharoah Sanders,
Mo-Dettes,
The Music Machine,
kango's stein massive,
Circle Jerks,
Graham Central Station,
Amon Düül II,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Rod Modell,
Outsiders,
Lalann,
Fluxion,
Henry Cow,
Archie Shepp,
Audionom,
Isaac Hayes,
Eli Mardock,
DJ Sneak,
Jeru the Damaja,
Barclay James Harvest,
Junior Murvin,
Steve Hackett,
Pet Shop Boys,
Das Ding,
Josef K,
Underground Resistance,
Mandrill,
Crime,
Skaos,
Barrington Levy,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson.
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.