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 Ecuador and from Delhi.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family to the rock 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 The Standells. All the underground hits.
All Robert Hood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry's Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quando Quango record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Walker Brothers,
Radiohead,
The Leaves,
X-102,
Camberwell Now,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Standells,
Marine Girls,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
A Certain Ratio,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Von Mondo,
Byron Stingily,
Bang On A Can,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Supertramp,
Brothers Johnson,
Bauhaus,
Yusef Lateef,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Eric Copeland,
Steve Hackett,
Visage,
Rosa Yemen,
Khruangbin,
Zero Boys,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Marshall Jefferson,
B.T. Express,
Connie Case,
Pantaleimon,
Fat Boys,
T.S.O.L.,
Joe Smooth,
The Durutti Column,
Soft Machine,
The Cure,
Black Flag,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Cameo,
The Raincoats,
Gil Scott Heron,
Tropical Tobacco,
Chris Corsano,
The Birthday Party,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Selecter,
Smog,
The Pretty Things,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sexual Harrassment,
Clear Light,
Terry Callier,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Faust,
Zapp,
Magazine,
Marmalade,
8 Eyed Spy,
Amazonics,
Niagra, Niagra, Niagra, Niagra.
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.