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 Serbia and from Paris.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 The Martian to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Blues Magoos. All the underground hits.
All Beasts of Bourbon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacques Brel 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marmalade,
Roger Hodgson,
Schoolly D,
Andrew Hill,
Subhumans,
Juan Atkins,
Sly & The Family Stone,
JFA,
Eddi Front,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
B.T. Express,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Neon Judgement,
Infiniti,
Spoonie Gee,
Vainqueur,
Derrick Morgan,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Erasure,
Bill Wells,
DJ Sneak,
Banda Bassotti,
Newcleus,
Tom Boy,
Tres Demented,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Radiohead,
Boz Scaggs,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Warren Ellis,
Kayak,
Kerrie Biddell,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Peter & Gordon,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Slits,
Cybotron,
Con Funk Shun,
Rapeman,
The United States of America,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Doors,
Eli Mardock,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ultimate Spinach,
Skriet,
Country Joe & The Fish,
DJ Style,
Porter Ricks,
Moby Grape,
Sonic Youth,
Panda Bear,
Archie Shepp,
Quando Quango,
The Slackers,
Moebius,
Harpers Bizarre,
Eric B and Rakim,
James White and The Blacks,
Rotary Connection,
8 Eyed Spy,
Jawbox,
This Heat, This Heat, This Heat, This Heat.
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.