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 Angola and from Lille.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the marimba 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 Ronan to the techno 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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All Man Eating Sloth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Royal Family And The Poor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gerry Rafferty,
The Cowsills,
Bill Wells,
Jeru the Damaja,
Dave Gahan,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bobby Byrd,
Mars,
Symarip,
The Dave Clark Five,
Audionom,
Matthew Halsall,
The Kinks,
MDC,
Blancmange,
Rites of Spring,
The Doobie Brothers,
Stereo Dub,
Joey Negro,
The Martian,
Yaz,
Donny Hathaway,
Soulsonic Force,
Animal Collective,
The Associates,
Drexciya,
The Human League,
Tubeway Army,
the Soft Cell,
Stetsasonic,
Q65,
Roger Hodgson,
The Divine Comedy,
Nils Olav,
Susan Cadogan,
Black Sheep,
Yellowson,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ronnie Foster,
The Velvet Underground,
Young Marble Giants,
Crime,
Visage,
The Black Dice,
Simply Red,
Ultimate Spinach,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lou Reed,
Talk Talk,
Kerrie Biddell,
Albert Ayler,
UT,
Hardrive,
The J.B.'s,
The Fortunes,
Connie Case,
Magazine,
Magma,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Cameo,
Sister Nancy,
Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye.
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.