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 Malawi and from Glasgow.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Peter and Kerry to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Janne Schatter. All the underground hits.
All Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yellowson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gerry Rafferty,
Bill Near,
Eden Ahbez,
Wire,
Wings,
Sight & Sound,
Todd Rundgren,
June of 44,
Peter & Gordon,
Agitation Free,
Bang On A Can,
Adolescents,
Lindisfarne,
Lucky Dragons,
Technova,
A Certain Ratio,
Maurizio,
Jerry's Kids,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Red Krayola,
Brothers Johnson,
Organ,
Y Pants,
Man Eating Sloth,
Unrelated Segments,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bizarre Inc.,
The J.B.'s,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pere Ubu,
Matthew Halsall,
Arcadia,
Minnie Riperton,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Subhumans,
PIL,
Simply Red,
June Days,
Donald Byrd,
Oneida,
Mr. Review,
Yazoo,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ornette Coleman,
Deepchord,
Ten City,
Crime,
Marc Almond,
Mary Jane Girls,
Anakelly,
Tubeway Army,
Curtis Mayfield,
Prince Buster,
Banda Bassotti,
Con Funk Shun,
Dead Boys,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Trojans,
Jacques Brel,
The Names, The Names, The Names, The Names.
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.