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 Burkina and from Johannesburg.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Halifax.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Procol Harum to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All Marvin Gaye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry Gold Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Christie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gerry Rafferty,
Maurizio,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Joy Division,
Derrick May,
Fat Boys,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Agitation Free,
Easy Going,
The Neon Judgement,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Guru Guru,
Massinfluence,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Interpol,
The Sound,
The Fall,
Jacob Miller,
MC5,
Rod Modell,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Monolake,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Cecil Taylor,
Reuben Wilson,
The Beau Brummels,
The Toasters,
Robert Hood,
CMW,
Kas Product,
Stereo Dub,
The Gories,
Donny Hathaway,
Loose Ends,
Tim Buckley,
Gong,
The Offenders,
The Smiths,
Cheater Slicks,
Dark Day,
Clear Light,
X-Ray Spex,
Bush Tetras,
The Evens,
Davy DMX,
Maleditus Sound,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bad Manners,
Deakin,
Quando Quango,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Kayak,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Trumans Water,
Jerry's Kids,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
DJ Style,
Erasure,
Skaos,
Cymande,
the Swans,
Eden Ahbez,
Aswad, Aswad, Aswad, Aswad.
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.