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 Uganda and from Glasgow.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the 808 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 the Association to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Jimmy McGriff. All the underground hits.
All CMW tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Silicon Teens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sex Pistols 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?
Deakin,
Erykah Badu,
The Buckinghams,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sound Behaviour,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bill Near,
the Human League,
Tubeway Army,
Public Enemy,
Faraquet,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Negative Approach,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Babytalk,
The Associates,
Wolf Eyes,
Ornette Coleman,
Delon & Dalcan,
Massinfluence,
Simply Red,
Liliput,
X-102,
Quadrant,
Malaria!,
The Real Kids,
Trumans Water,
Public Image Ltd.,
Faust,
the Sonics,
Gichy Dan,
Visage,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Dual Sessions,
Severed Heads,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Roxette,
Aloha Tigers,
Los Fastidios,
Wings,
Franke,
Eve St. Jones,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Q and Not U,
Minnie Riperton,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Minor Threat,
Saccharine Trust,
Harmonia,
Soul II Soul,
K-Klass,
Khruangbin,
Fad Gadget,
Suicide,
Von Mondo,
Scion,
Sixth Finger,
The Fall,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Gladiators,
The Blackbyrds,
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.