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 Brazil and from Toronto.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 spring reverb 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 James White and The Blacks 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 DeepChord presents Echospace. All the underground hits.
All The Alarm Clocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fad Gadget record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dirtbombs,
The Walker Brothers,
The Buckinghams,
Pylon,
Ice-T,
X-Ray Spex,
David McCallum,
Black Pus,
Eric Dolphy,
Robert Wyatt,
the Association,
Moby Grape,
The Grass Roots,
The Gun Club,
E-Dancer,
Quando Quango,
New York Dolls,
Masters at Work,
Agent Orange,
The Residents,
Skriet,
Infiniti,
the Normal,
Matthew Halsall,
Glenn Branca,
Camberwell Now,
The Seeds,
Howard Jones,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Moebius,
Q65,
Mo-Dettes,
Ossler,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gang Green,
Smog,
Robert Hood,
Swell Maps,
The Saints,
Blake Baxter,
Bob Dylan,
Magma,
Minnie Riperton,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Black Flag,
R.M.O.,
Connie Case,
Q and Not U,
The Divine Comedy,
the Bar-Kays,
The Slackers,
Kenny Larkin,
Mandrill,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Jacques Brel,
8 Eyed Spy,
DJ Style,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Blues Magoos,
Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras.
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.