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 Grenada and from Manila.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Crooked Eye to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Zero Boys. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s 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 Gerry Rafferty record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Green,
Gichy Dan,
Thee Headcoats,
Gang Gang Dance,
Siglo XX,
the Normal,
The Last Poets,
LL Cool J,
Fad Gadget,
Avey Tare,
Ultimate Spinach,
Nirvana,
Ice-T,
MC5,
Todd Rundgren,
Fugazi,
Terry Callier,
Livin' Joy,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Simply Red,
Lightning Bolt,
John Coltrane,
The Pop Group,
Henry Cow,
the Sonics,
Smog,
The Moleskins,
Jeru the Damaja,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sexual Harrassment,
Joensuu 1685,
Oblivians,
Max Romeo,
Nico,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Names,
Amon Düül,
Mark Hollis,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Popol Vuh,
Aswad,
Eric B and Rakim,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The American Breed,
The Monks,
Marc Almond,
AZ,
Stockholm Monsters,
Chris Corsano,
Lebanon Hanover,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Raincoats,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Kaleidoscope,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Rakim,
Colin Newman,
John Foxx,
Johnny Clarke,
Toni Rubio,
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.