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 Grenada and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
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 Can to the disco 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 Roger Hodgson. All the underground hits.
All Kool Moe Dee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Von Mondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Hill,
The Smiths,
The Victims,
Radio Birdman,
Mary Jane Girls,
Rapeman,
Warren Ellis,
Delta 5,
The Black Dice,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gichy Dan,
Monolake,
Motorama,
the Association,
Black Sheep,
MDC,
Minny Pops,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
EPMD,
Hashim,
Royal Trux,
Barry Ungar,
Blake Baxter,
Inner City,
The Cowsills,
The Blackbyrds,
Black Moon,
Technova,
The Misunderstood,
The Fall,
New Age Steppers,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Kerrie Biddell,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Young Rascals,
Hasil Adkins,
Arthur Verocai,
Cheater Slicks,
Camberwell Now,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Slits,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Au Pairs,
Vainqueur,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Second Layer,
Boogie Down Productions,
Make Up,
Ronnie Foster,
Spoonie Gee,
The Barracudas,
Kayak,
Gabor Szabo,
New York Dolls,
Tears for Fears,
Lakeside,
Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy.
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.