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 Angola and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and New York.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the güiro 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 Byron Stingily to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Al Stewart. All the underground hits.
All Cabaret Voltaire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Wake 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Raincoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 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,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Shoche,
Tom Boy,
Althea and Donna,
The Vogues,
The Fall,
Royal Trux,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Jeff Lynne,
Mark Hollis,
Talk Talk,
Neil Young,
The Toasters,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gang Gang Dance,
Hardrive,
Little Man,
Jeff Mills,
John Holt,
Deakin,
Rosa Yemen,
Peter and Kerry,
U.S. Maple,
Television Personalities,
Bad Manners,
Mo-Dettes,
Masters at Work,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Zapp,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
B.T. Express,
Kurtis Blow,
H. Thieme,
Man Parrish,
Banda Bassotti,
The Busters,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
X-102,
Tears for Fears,
Deadbeat,
Negative Approach,
Fela Kuti,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Faust,
the Sonics,
X-Ray Spex,
Bush Tetras,
The Move,
Visage,
Bob Dylan,
The Beau Brummels,
Prince Buster,
Ronan,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Q65,
Ludus,
Amon Düül II,
Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier.
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.