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 Brunei and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Delhi.
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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 In Retrospect to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlbäck tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gerry Rafferty record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gerry Rafferty,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Stetsasonic,
the Fania All-Stars,
Anthony Braxton,
Cecil Taylor,
Josef K,
The Standells,
Outsiders,
The Barracudas,
Todd Terry,
Johnny Clarke,
The Pop Group,
Brick,
cv313,
Electric Prunes,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Terry Callier,
Jeff Mills,
The Flesh Eaters,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Mission of Burma,
Gang Starr,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Golliwogs,
Kool Moe Dee,
Fela Kuti,
Bobby Womack,
The Walker Brothers,
Aswad,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Aloha Tigers,
Saccharine Trust,
Symarip,
Bizarre Inc.,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Monks,
The Gun Club,
Ultimate Spinach,
Desert Stars,
OOIOO,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Litter,
MC5,
Reuben Wilson,
CMW,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Flash Fearless,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Radio Birdman,
Jacob Miller,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Stereo Dub,
Jeff Lynne,
The Invisible,
Gil Scott Heron,
Unwound,
Fatback Band,
Black Flag,
John Holt,
The Searchers,
Unrelated Segments,
Flipper, Flipper, Flipper, Flipper.
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.