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 Guyana and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Rites of Spring to the disco 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 Little Man. All the underground hits.
All Roger Hodgson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crime record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deakin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gerry Rafferty,
Blancmange,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Flesh Eaters,
Los Fastidios,
Jimmy McGriff,
John Holt,
Barry Ungar,
Boz Scaggs,
Talk Talk,
Eve St. Jones,
Ronan,
Mary Jane Girls,
Fad Gadget,
The Litter,
The Cowsills,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Grauzone,
Todd Rundgren,
Half Japanese,
Nas,
Eli Mardock,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Dave Clark Five,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Surgeon,
Tomorrow,
Crash Course in Science,
Sun City Girls,
48th St. Collective,
One Last Wish,
MDC,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Groovy Waters,
The Star Department,
A Certain Ratio,
Negative Approach,
Rod Modell,
Fatback Band,
Country Teasers,
The Doobie Brothers,
Fluxion,
The Gap Band,
The Sound,
T. Rex,
Al Stewart,
The Busters,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sandy B,
Joy Division,
Country Joe & The Fish,
New Order,
Stetsasonic,
Byron Stingily,
The Blackbyrds,
Crispy Ambulance,
Inner City,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Seeds,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Saccharine Trust,
Pantaleimon,
Urselle, Urselle, Urselle, Urselle.
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.