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 Comoros and from Paris.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 snare 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 Tres Demented to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Clear Light. All the underground hits.
All Organ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Near 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vladislav Delay record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delon & Dalcan,
Bauhaus,
Bill Near,
Camouflage,
The Happenings,
Susan Cadogan,
Juan Atkins,
Joensuu 1685,
The Move,
The Stooges,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Q and Not U,
Royal Trux,
Fad Gadget,
cv313,
Letta Mbulu,
Outsiders,
T.S.O.L.,
Sun Ra,
Warsaw,
Los Fastidios,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
David McCallum,
F. McDonald,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Names,
Whodini,
Joy Division,
Camberwell Now,
Tom Boy,
Das Ding,
Gichy Dan,
Todd Rundgren,
Aswad,
Scott Walker,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Searchers,
Niagra,
Funky Four + One,
The Grass Roots,
Fat Boys,
Nas,
Glenn Branca,
Sarah Menescal,
Buzzcocks,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Aaron Thompson,
Tomorrow,
Electric Prunes,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Procol Harum,
Aloha Tigers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Essential Logic,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Barclay James Harvest,
Mars,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Remains,
Peter & Gordon,
Moebius,
Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons.
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.