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 Papua New Guinea and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Big Daddy Kane to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Fat Boys. All the underground hits.
All AZ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kayak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sällskapet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gerry Rafferty,
Delta 5,
Simply Red,
The Real Kids,
The Dave Clark Five,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Idris Muhammad,
Godley & Creme,
China Crisis,
Make Up,
Kerrie Biddell,
A Certain Ratio,
The Vogues,
Marcia Griffiths,
Mark Hollis,
Scratch Acid,
Cal Tjader,
The Count Five,
Au Pairs,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Toasters,
The Cowsills,
Babytalk,
Alice Coltrane,
The Blues Magoos,
Aural Exciters,
Lou Christie,
Mo-Dettes,
ABC,
Arcadia,
Television,
Newcleus,
Wire,
Bush Tetras,
Sixth Finger,
The Star Department,
Swell Maps,
Sparks,
Howard Jones,
Yazoo,
Outsiders,
Nick Fraelich,
Darondo,
L. Decosne,
Nils Olav,
Al Stewart,
Neu!,
Wolf Eyes,
Infiniti,
Intrusion,
Cheater Slicks,
Q65,
Minor Threat,
Lungfish,
Basic Channel,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Heaven 17,
Surgeon,
The Selecter,
Sonny Sharrock,
Altered Images, Altered Images, Altered Images, Altered Images.
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.