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 Uruguay and from Tokyo.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 harpsichord 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 Camouflage to the rap 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 Audionom. All the underground hits.
All Bill Near tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anthony Braxton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxette record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thee Headcoats,
Gastr Del Sol,
Nick Fraelich,
Rufus Thomas,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Jawbox,
Funkadelic,
Basic Channel,
Magma,
Brothers Johnson,
Pagans,
Brand Nubian,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Darondo,
Joyce Sims,
The Alarm Clocks,
Dennis Brown,
The Selecter,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Chrome,
Minnie Riperton,
Model 500,
Youth Brigade,
Pulsallama,
Amon Düül,
The Martian,
Howard Jones,
The Happenings,
Boredoms,
Goldenarms,
Kayak,
Eden Ahbez,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gang of Four,
Silicon Teens,
Cal Tjader,
Barry Ungar,
Tommy Roe,
UT,
Robert Wyatt,
World's Most,
Joey Negro,
Fugazi,
Pussy Galore,
The Gladiators,
Quantec,
Popol Vuh,
Mary Jane Girls,
Pole,
Traffic Nightmare,
Tres Demented,
Sixth Finger,
Harry Pussy,
Q and Not U,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Alphaville,
Smog,
Rhythm & Sound,
Arab on Radar,
Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage.
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.