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 Suriname and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the sitar 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 Howard Jones to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity. All the underground hits.
All Gerry Rafferty tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABBA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Wake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Albert Ayler,
Robert Wyatt,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Organ,
Smog,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Smiths,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Tropical Tobacco,
T. Rex,
Eurythmics,
Whodini,
Fugazi,
Ultimate Spinach,
Fad Gadget,
The Beau Brummels,
T.S.O.L.,
Cybotron,
Scan 7,
Charles Mingus,
Franke,
Easy Going,
Severed Heads,
The Martian,
The Wake,
Yellowson,
Excepter,
Bizarre Inc.,
Dawn Penn,
Oneida,
Eden Ahbez,
Bootsy Collins,
Kurtis Blow,
Procol Harum,
Electric Prunes,
Lou Christie,
Wings,
Ken Boothe,
Faust,
UT,
Inner City,
Reuben Wilson,
Minny Pops,
Siglo XX,
Subhumans,
Anthony Braxton,
The Angels of Light,
Jerry's Kids,
Jawbox,
Maurizio,
Buzzcocks,
Brand Nubian,
the Fania All-Stars,
Main Source,
Frankie Knuckles,
Dave Gahan,
Urselle,
48th St. Collective,
Moebius,
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.