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 Slovenia and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 China Crisis to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Desert Stars. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlbäck tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Joe & The Fish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s 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 Bill Wells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Schoolly D,
Bob Dylan,
Aaron Thompson,
Sandy B,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Nas,
Pet Shop Boys,
Stereo Dub,
Barrington Levy,
The Raincoats,
Underground Resistance,
The Neon Judgement,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Grey Daturas,
Grandmaster Flash,
One Last Wish,
The Alarm Clocks,
Wings,
Eurythmics,
X-101,
Piero Umiliani,
the Slits,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Roxy Music,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lindisfarne,
Chrome,
Lungfish,
Brand Nubian,
Shuggie Otis,
Matthew Halsall,
Talk Talk,
Fat Boys,
This Heat,
Man Eating Sloth,
Black Moon,
Barry Ungar,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Angry Samoans,
Roy Ayers,
Ludus,
The Invisible,
Smog,
Gabor Szabo,
Nico,
Delta 5,
Tears for Fears,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ultravox,
Althea and Donna,
Simply Red,
Circle Jerks,
Leonard Cohen,
Boz Scaggs,
Barbara Tucker,
Judy Mowatt,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lebanon Hanover,
Johnny Clarke,
Intrusion,
The Detroit Cobras,
Hoover,
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.