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 Austria and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Bologna.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the güiro 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 Toni Rubio to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Con Funk Shun. All the underground hits.
All Lightning Bolt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spoonie Gee 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quando Quango record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Bananas,
The Blackbyrds,
Bang On A Can,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Oneida,
Eric B and Rakim,
MDC,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sällskapet,
Pylon,
Camouflage,
Donald Byrd,
Spandau Ballet,
Banda Bassotti,
Rekid,
B.T. Express,
K-Klass,
Qualms,
Marine Girls,
Howard Jones,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sonny Sharrock,
Intrusion,
Steve Hackett,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lakeside,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ultimate Spinach,
Soul II Soul,
The Fuzztones,
Fatback Band,
The Gladiators,
Nas,
Jeff Mills,
Gabor Szabo,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Fall,
Magma,
Monks,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Black Flag,
Charles Mingus,
Morten Harket,
Vainqueur,
a-ha,
Crispy Ambulance,
Matthew Bourne,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Von Mondo,
Moebius,
Gang of Four,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lindisfarne,
Derrick May,
Shoche,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sarah Menescal,
Soft Machine,
Easy Going,
Derrick Morgan,
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.