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 the UAE and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Malaria! to the crunk 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 The Searchers. All the underground hits.
All Aloha Tigers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gabor Szabo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rapeman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gerry Rafferty,
Crash Course in Science,
Joe Finger,
Goldenarms,
The Gories,
Funkadelic,
Das Ding,
Ken Boothe,
Mad Mike,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Arab on Radar,
Sarah Menescal,
David Bowie,
Flamin' Groovies,
Mission of Burma,
Unwound,
The Knickerbockers,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Yaz,
John Holt,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Andrew Hill,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bobby Sherman,
Depeche Mode,
Flash Fearless,
Rotary Connection,
the Soft Cell,
Electric Prunes,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bad Manners,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bobby Byrd,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Flesh Eaters,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Index,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Skatalites,
Morten Harket,
The Alarm Clocks,
Scientists,
Traffic Nightmare,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Pierre Henry,
Mandrill,
Girls At Our Best!,
Quantec,
Minor Threat,
The Litter,
Slave,
Lalann,
Danielle Patucci,
The Count Five,
Wings,
Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter.
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.