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 Slovakia and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
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 Hot Snakes 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 Neil Young. All the underground hits.
All Young Marble Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vainqueur record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camberwell Now record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gang Gang Dance,
Toni Rubio,
Tears for Fears,
Alison Limerick,
Thee Headcoats,
Neu!,
Mission of Burma,
Soft Cell,
48th St. Collective,
Soft Machine,
Spandau Ballet,
FM Einheit,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Matthew Bourne,
The Motions,
Barrington Levy,
Aswad,
Siglo XX,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Tubeway Army,
Index,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
B.T. Express,
Dual Sessions,
Khruangbin,
Graham Central Station,
The Fire Engines,
Model 500,
Maleditus Sound,
Rakim,
Connie Case,
The Martian,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Arab on Radar,
Minnie Riperton,
Essential Logic,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Don Cherry,
Underground Resistance,
John Cale,
Joy Division,
Derrick May,
Freddie Wadling,
La Düsseldorf,
Roxy Music,
Roxette,
The Seeds,
The Zeros,
Morten Harket,
Kerri Chandler,
Sandy B,
Thompson Twins,
Silicon Teens,
The Barracudas,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Remains,
ABC,
Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust.
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.