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 Jamaica and from Sao Paulo.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the sitar 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 Gerry Rafferty to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Rites of Spring. All the underground hits.
All Underground Resistance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Negative Approach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Light Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ludus,
Althea and Donna,
The Associates,
The Five Americans,
Ronan,
Angry Samoans,
Kevin Saunderson,
Freddie Wadling,
The Dirtbombs,
Bob Dylan,
Yaz,
Connie Case,
U.S. Maple,
The Cosmic Jokers,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Franke,
Rhythm & Sound,
Delon & Dalcan,
Reuben Wilson,
a-ha,
Henry Cow,
Deepchord,
Royal Trux,
Marvin Gaye,
Cymande,
Scion,
Neil Young,
Joey Negro,
The Buckinghams,
K-Klass,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Moody Blues,
Cal Tjader,
Maleditus Sound,
The Fugs,
The Dead C,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Banda Bassotti,
Yusef Lateef,
Avey Tare,
OOIOO,
Tommy Roe,
Tropical Tobacco,
Siglo XX,
Blossom Toes,
Alice Coltrane,
Throbbing Gristle,
kango's stein massive,
Dawn Penn,
Cecil Taylor,
Jacques Brel,
Brick,
Clear Light,
cv313,
Kerrie Biddell,
Hot Snakes,
The Mojo Men,
Model 500,
John Foxx,
Peter & Gordon,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Hashim,
Electric Prunes,
Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas.
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.