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 Tuvalu and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the oboe 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 Bush Tetras to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Deakin. All the underground hits.
All Isaac Hayes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maurizio 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rotary Connection record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Sherman,
Gil Scott Heron,
Pierre Henry,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Modern Lovers,
Neu!,
The American Breed,
Alice Coltrane,
UT,
Kool Moe Dee,
Khruangbin,
Glenn Branca,
Deadbeat,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
T. Rex,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lalann,
Groovy Waters,
Circle Jerks,
Mandrill,
Can,
Swans,
Mark Hollis,
Junior Murvin,
Yazoo,
Sight & Sound,
Glambeats Corp.,
Scratch Acid,
Accadde A,
OOIOO,
Nirvana,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
La Düsseldorf,
Ornette Coleman,
Adolescents,
The Pretty Things,
Inner City,
Pulsallama,
Bill Near,
the Fania All-Stars,
Scott Walker,
The Grass Roots,
Fela Kuti,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Carl Craig,
Cybotron,
The Neon Judgement,
Gregory Isaacs,
Roxette,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Freddie Wadling,
Camberwell Now,
Erykah Badu,
The Doors,
Howard Jones,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
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.