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 Angola and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Warren Ellis to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Adolescents. All the underground hits.
All The Shadows of Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Green record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gerry Rafferty,
The United States of America,
8 Eyed Spy,
Blake Baxter,
Jacob Miller,
Zapp,
Black Bananas,
China Crisis,
Minor Threat,
Average White Band,
Nils Olav,
Half Japanese,
LL Cool J,
Erasure,
the Normal,
The Golliwogs,
The Mummies,
Mars,
Delta 5,
Arcadia,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Warsaw,
Drexciya,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Wire,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Livin' Joy,
Donny Hathaway,
Jandek,
Fear,
Soft Machine,
Symarip,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Toni Rubio,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bronski Beat,
The Young Rascals,
The Wake,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gil Scott Heron,
Blancmange,
Sonic Youth,
Bush Tetras,
Derrick Morgan,
Pantaleimon,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Terry Callier,
Roxy Music,
Davy DMX,
Arab on Radar,
Stereo Dub,
Steve Hackett,
Isaac Hayes,
Roy Ayers,
Hoover,
Eyeless In Gaza,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Urselle,
Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry.
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.