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 Thailand and from Salvador.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 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 Terry Callier to the jazz 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 Heaven 17. All the underground hits.
All Bob Dylan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fall 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Symarip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Interpol,
Visage,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Gories,
Grey Daturas,
Eve St. Jones,
Pere Ubu,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Real Kids,
Quadrant,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Harpers Bizarre,
One Last Wish,
Scan 7,
Shoche,
Cal Tjader,
Underground Resistance,
Graham Central Station,
The Flesh Eaters,
Talk Talk,
The Golliwogs,
Ludus,
Soul II Soul,
June of 44,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Groovy Waters,
the Association,
Audionom,
Clear Light,
Marvin Gaye,
The Velvet Underground,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Monks,
Peter and Kerry,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Robert Hood,
Spandau Ballet,
Lyres,
Guru Guru,
Crooked Eye,
Suburban Knight,
Stiv Bators,
Faraquet,
Pagans,
The Monochrome Set,
Outsiders,
Mad Mike,
Eric Dolphy,
Ultra Naté,
The Offenders,
Echospace,
Bobby Byrd,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Smiths,
The Knickerbockers,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sister Nancy,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Janne Schatter,
Ronan,
D'Angelo,
Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman.
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.