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 Kosovo and from Houston.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Gregory Isaacs to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Steve Hackett. All the underground hits.
All R.M.O. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul Sonic Force 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gerry Rafferty,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Colin Newman,
The Fire Engines,
Black Moon,
Average White Band,
8 Eyed Spy,
Radiopuhelimet,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Blues Magoos,
Dual Sessions,
Alphaville,
Pylon,
The Star Department,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
New Age Steppers,
Radiohead,
Nils Olav,
Maleditus Sound,
Lungfish,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Tres Demented,
Camberwell Now,
Jacob Miller,
Parry Music,
Thee Headcoats,
Newcleus,
John Holt,
Duran Duran,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Albert Ayler,
Stetsasonic,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Toasters,
The Cramps,
David Bowie,
Todd Terry,
The Index,
Sam Rivers,
Byron Stingily,
Henry Cow,
Sight & Sound,
Make Up,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Roxy Music,
Rapeman,
Skriet,
The Monochrome Set,
Shoche,
Robert Hood,
Toni Rubio,
PIL,
Barrington Levy,
Monks,
Howard Jones,
48th St. Collective,
The United States of America,
Ituana,
Crispy Ambulance,
La Düsseldorf,
Frankie Knuckles,
Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke.
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.