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 Japan and from Copenhagen.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the güiro 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 FM Einheit to the punk 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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All Loose Ends tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Sneak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiohead,
Marine Girls,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
MC5,
Ken Boothe,
Goldenarms,
New Order,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Beau Brummels,
Joe Finger,
Audionom,
Scion,
Magma,
Agent Orange,
The Sound,
Organ,
Supertramp,
The American Breed,
The Barracudas,
The Pop Group,
Faust,
Gregory Isaacs,
the Human League,
Unwound,
Hot Snakes,
Soft Machine,
Moebius,
Livin' Joy,
Sexual Harrassment,
Pole,
The United States of America,
ABC,
The Golliwogs,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Birthday Party,
Brothers Johnson,
Gastr Del Sol,
Young Marble Giants,
Nils Olav,
Faraquet,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Tres Demented,
Sugar Minott,
Rapeman,
Big Daddy Kane,
Darondo,
X-101,
Brick,
The Busters,
Gichy Dan,
The Red Krayola,
Spandau Ballet,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Remains,
Bill Wells,
Soft Cell,
Sun City Girls,
Althea and Donna,
MDC,
Lou Christie,
The Gap Band,
Das Ding,
Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül.
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.