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 New Zealand and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 Lille and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 Amazonics to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Spandau Ballet. All the underground hits.
All Q and Not U tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kayak 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young & Crazy Horse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tim Buckley,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Wire,
Roxette,
Josef K,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Boredoms,
U.S. Maple,
Trumans Water,
Index,
Hashim,
Altered Images,
Au Pairs,
Metal Thangz,
Marvin Gaye,
Accadde A,
Kaleidoscope,
Quando Quango,
Marc Almond,
Peter & Gordon,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Porter Ricks,
Alphaville,
John Coltrane,
The Toasters,
Easy Going,
Motorama,
David Bowie,
Derrick May,
Stockholm Monsters,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ludus,
The Remains,
Anthony Braxton,
Saccharine Trust,
MC5,
The Dead C,
Buzzcocks,
Brick,
Infiniti,
Sällskapet,
Arthur Verocai,
Qualms,
Neil Young,
Suburban Knight,
Jacques Brel,
Wasted Youth,
Warren Ellis,
Arcadia,
June Days,
Supertramp,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Gories,
Fela Kuti,
The Sisters of Mercy,
the Bar-Kays,
Goldenarms,
The Offenders,
Blake Baxter,
K-Klass,
Sound Behaviour,
The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers.
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.