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 China and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Seeds to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sister Nancy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sister Nancy 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heaven 17 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ossler,
Ultra Naté,
Fela Kuti,
Unrelated Segments,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Velvet Underground,
Reuben Wilson,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Neu!,
Procol Harum,
Ludus,
Newcleus,
Talk Talk,
Black Bananas,
Heaven 17,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bluetip,
Television Personalities,
Blake Baxter,
Amazonics,
Nils Olav,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Five Americans,
Rites of Spring,
Ituana,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Flesh Eaters,
Depeche Mode,
Public Enemy,
MC5,
Swell Maps,
Godley & Creme,
Tim Buckley,
Half Japanese,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Gories,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Trumans Water,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Flash Fearless,
LL Cool J,
Slick Rick,
Barbara Tucker,
Blossom Toes,
kango's stein massive,
The Fortunes,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Camouflage,
Glambeats Corp.,
Agent Orange,
Gang of Four,
The Slits,
cv313,
Television,
Gabor Szabo,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Audionom,
Circle Jerks,
Motorama,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
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.