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 Sri Lanka and from Mumbai.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 In Retrospect to the disco 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 Lou Christie. All the underground hits.
All Minnie Riperton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rotary Connection record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marvin Gaye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flipper,
Brick,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Youth Brigade,
Donny Hathaway,
Joy Division,
Idris Muhammad,
Organ,
Accadde A,
The Remains,
a-ha,
Audionom,
The Evens,
The Golliwogs,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Fugazi,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Walker Brothers,
Von Mondo,
Max Romeo,
E-Dancer,
The Buckinghams,
Nik Kershaw,
Sugar Minott,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Amazonics,
Moby Grape,
The Young Rascals,
Todd Terry,
Mad Mike,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Moody Blues,
Cybotron,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Make Up,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Smoke,
The Misunderstood,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
James White and The Blacks,
Radio Birdman,
Unrelated Segments,
Young Marble Giants,
Kayak,
Pere Ubu,
The Monks,
The Cowsills,
Hot Snakes,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Barry Ungar,
The Cure,
Jeru the Damaja,
Icehouse,
Siglo XX,
Reuben Wilson,
Robert Wyatt,
The Index,
Basic Channel,
Adolescents,
Eric Copeland,
Barrington Levy,
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.