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 Iceland and from Columbus.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 the Spitz.
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 Liliput. All the underground hits.
All Electric Light Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suicide record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Velvet Underground record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
cv313,
Bad Manners,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Nick Fraelich,
Hoover,
T.S.O.L.,
The Doobie Brothers,
Jawbox,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Sound,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Organ,
Lucky Dragons,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Andrew Hill,
Patti Smith,
The Misunderstood,
Jeff Lynne,
Terrestrial Tones,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Quadrant,
The Tremeloes,
Negative Approach,
Lalann,
Ludus,
The Leaves,
Matthew Halsall,
B.T. Express,
Ossler,
Panda Bear,
Marshall Jefferson,
Funky Four + One,
Nils Olav,
Laurel Aitken,
Inner City,
Simply Red,
Slave,
The Move,
Television Personalities,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Wake,
The Selecter,
Robert Wyatt,
The Litter,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sound Behaviour,
Peter and Kerry,
Dawn Penn,
Hot Snakes,
Yusef Lateef,
Joensuu 1685,
Todd Rundgren,
World's Most,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Techniques,
Aural Exciters,
Guru Guru,
Unrelated Segments,
Steve Hackett,
F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald.
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.