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 Sri Lanka and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lagos.
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 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 Kayak to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Siglo XX. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arcadia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Seeds,
Erykah Badu,
The Trojans,
Lucky Dragons,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
X-Ray Spex,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Electric Prunes,
Ken Boothe,
Blancmange,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gang Gang Dance,
Wire,
Johnny Osbourne,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
kango's stein massive,
Tres Demented,
Fear,
Boz Scaggs,
Sixth Finger,
DNA,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Eden Ahbez,
Skriet,
Bobby Womack,
Bobby Sherman,
Graham Central Station,
Nik Kershaw,
One Last Wish,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Urselle,
Kenny Larkin,
The Blackbyrds,
The Real Kids,
The Index,
Banda Bassotti,
The Cowsills,
Ituana,
Minnie Riperton,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Charles Mingus,
T. Rex,
Scan 7,
Thee Headcoats,
The Blues Magoos,
Rites of Spring,
Franke,
Reagan Youth,
Althea and Donna,
10cc,
Howard Jones,
Outsiders,
Clear Light,
Absolute Body Control,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Eric Dolphy,
Eurythmics,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Nico,
The Standells,
K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass.
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.