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 Algeria and from Glasgow.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Donny Hathaway to the jazz 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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy's Rubber Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cosmic Jokers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Saccharine Trust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gerry Rafferty,
Rosa Yemen,
Model 500,
Panda Bear,
Moby Grape,
Barrington Levy,
Henry Cow,
Electric Prunes,
Derrick May,
OOIOO,
PIL,
Metal Thangz,
Chris Corsano,
U.S. Maple,
B.T. Express,
the Slits,
June Days,
The Offenders,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Y Pants,
Eurythmics,
Vladislav Delay,
Kevin Saunderson,
Livin' Joy,
Monks,
Wire,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Joyce Sims,
Minutemen,
Glenn Branca,
Adolescents,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Can,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Cluster,
Porter Ricks,
Brass Construction,
Deepchord,
The Doors,
Roxy Music,
Eve St. Jones,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
the Bar-Kays,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bobby Byrd,
Dark Day,
Scan 7,
Mo-Dettes,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Sonics,
Public Enemy,
Cheater Slicks,
Popol Vuh,
The Searchers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Human League,
The Seeds,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Martian,
Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna.
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.