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 Luxembourg and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lagos.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Au Pairs to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Heaven 17. All the underground hits.
All Bill Wells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pole 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-102 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Zeros,
Neu!,
The Searchers,
Jandek,
The Music Machine,
Organ,
Barrington Levy,
China Crisis,
Scientists,
Cameo,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bill Wells,
R.M.O.,
Scion,
KRS-One,
Procol Harum,
The Misunderstood,
Sight & Sound,
Black Bananas,
Q and Not U,
Jacob Miller,
Joey Negro,
The Last Poets,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Technova,
Colin Newman,
Main Source,
Sugar Minott,
Tears for Fears,
This Heat,
Shoche,
Dave Gahan,
The Detroit Cobras,
Josef K,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Marvin Gaye,
Hot Snakes,
June Days,
Lou Reed,
Bobby Byrd,
The Selecter,
Flipper,
Marcia Griffiths,
Matthew Halsall,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Grass Roots,
The Busters,
Boogie Down Productions,
FM Einheit,
Jesper Dahlback,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Pop Group,
Graham Central Station,
Zapp,
Aloha Tigers,
The Angels of Light,
Goldenarms,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Mad Mike,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
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.