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 Korea North and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the clarinet 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 The Human League to the grunge 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 Supertramp. All the underground hits.
All Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gregory Isaacs 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stereo Dub record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sarah Menescal,
Babytalk,
Marvin Gaye,
Roger Hodgson,
Essential Logic,
Black Bananas,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Remains,
New Order,
Porter Ricks,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Jeff Mills,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Theoretical Girls,
The Toasters,
Erasure,
Brass Construction,
The Cure,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Monolake,
the Swans,
Faraquet,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Faust,
Visage,
Nick Fraelich,
Khruangbin,
New Age Steppers,
Ice-T,
Aswad,
The Walker Brothers,
The Smoke,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Beasts of Bourbon,
OOIOO,
The Durutti Column,
Ohio Players,
Pet Shop Boys,
Pussy Galore,
The New Christs,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Detroit Cobras,
Josef K,
Little Man,
Thompson Twins,
Delta 5,
Rotary Connection,
Kaleidoscope,
Guru Guru,
The Slackers,
Lalann,
Suburban Knight,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Q and Not U,
Lou Reed,
Robert Hood,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
B.T. Express,
Rod Modell,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lucky Dragons,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
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.