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 Israel and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Mad Mike to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Al Stewart. All the underground hits.
All K-Klass tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Last Poets 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Association record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gerry Rafferty,
The Remains,
Alphaville,
Brothers Johnson,
Kayak,
Henry Cow,
Pulsallama,
Ohio Players,
Stetsasonic,
Royal Trux,
Babytalk,
Bizarre Inc.,
Porter Ricks,
Terrestrial Tones,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Derrick May,
Drive Like Jehu,
Fela Kuti,
Quadrant,
Desert Stars,
Ultra Naté,
Arcadia,
Suburban Knight,
Laurel Aitken,
Hot Snakes,
Flash Fearless,
Q and Not U,
Public Enemy,
Nirvana,
JFA,
Blossom Toes,
Pagans,
Joey Negro,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kas Product,
Ken Boothe,
Severed Heads,
Lindisfarne,
Easy Going,
ABBA,
Liliput,
Essential Logic,
Camouflage,
Hoover,
Tubeway Army,
Donald Byrd,
The Electric Prunes,
Hardrive,
Susan Cadogan,
The Knickerbockers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Crooked Eye,
The Cowsills,
Neil Young,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
UT,
X-Ray Spex,
The Standells, The Standells, The Standells, The Standells.
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.