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 Slovenia and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Rosa Yemen to the techno 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 Ohio Players. All the underground hits.
All Procol Harum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul Sonic Force 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shoche record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aaron Thompson,
Dave Gahan,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Swans,
Brothers Johnson,
Skarface,
Jandek,
Hardrive,
Faust,
Brand Nubian,
The Busters,
The Slackers,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Procol Harum,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Rufus Thomas,
Angry Samoans,
The Cramps,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Names,
Scrapy,
Minutemen,
The Durutti Column,
Negative Approach,
Pere Ubu,
Yellowson,
Althea and Donna,
Pussy Galore,
Roger Hodgson,
Don Cherry,
Grauzone,
The Five Americans,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ponytail,
Danielle Patucci,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Qualms,
Soft Machine,
The Happenings,
Pagans,
Eden Ahbez,
Wolf Eyes,
Average White Band,
Excepter,
Terrestrial Tones,
Barbara Tucker,
Suburban Knight,
Scion,
Joe Finger,
The Grass Roots,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lucky Dragons,
The Star Department,
The American Breed,
The Angels of Light,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Yazoo,
Moebius,
Glenn Branca,
Maleditus Sound,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.