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 Turkmenistan and from Bremen.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Loose Ends to the rock 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 Ituana. All the underground hits.
All Mars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Traffic Nightmare 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tubeway Army record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Absolute Body Control,
The Cramps,
Black Moon,
Organ,
Visage,
Ohio Players,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sight & Sound,
Pole,
Inner City,
Schoolly D,
Anthony Braxton,
KRS-One,
One Last Wish,
Moss Icon,
Clear Light,
Blake Baxter,
Main Source,
Yaz,
DNA,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ralphi Rosario,
Youth Brigade,
Outsiders,
Harpers Bizarre,
Carl Craig,
E-Dancer,
Oblivians,
The Moody Blues,
The Young Rascals,
Minor Threat,
Chrome,
Rites of Spring,
Desert Stars,
Black Pus,
Thee Headcoats,
Patti Smith,
Fear,
Sun Ra,
Eric Copeland,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Fuzztones,
Lou Christie,
Magma,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Amazonics,
The Gories,
The Saints,
Kaleidoscope,
The Names,
The Monks,
Q65,
Soft Machine,
The Durutti Column,
A Certain Ratio,
a-ha,
Joensuu 1685,
Swans,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
T. Rex,
Index,
Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio.
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.