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 Sweden and from Taipei.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Salvador.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South 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 Blues Magoos to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Massinfluence. All the underground hits.
All Howard Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pretty Things record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gun Club record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doobie Brothers,
The Divine Comedy,
Goldenarms,
Tropical Tobacco,
Scion,
FM Einheit,
New York Dolls,
Faust,
Donny Hathaway,
Mr. Review,
Subhumans,
Hasil Adkins,
Second Layer,
Bobby Womack,
The Tremeloes,
Joyce Sims,
Sound Behaviour,
Leonard Cohen,
The Mummies,
Anthony Braxton,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Barracudas,
Marcia Griffiths,
One Last Wish,
K-Klass,
The Alarm Clocks,
Johnny Clarke,
Los Fastidios,
Sugar Minott,
Idris Muhammad,
Cal Tjader,
the Sonics,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ronnie Foster,
Carl Craig,
Traffic Nightmare,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lalo Schifrin,
Kaleidoscope,
The Birthday Party,
The Searchers,
Juan Atkins,
LL Cool J,
Iggy Pop,
Minnie Riperton,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Parry Music,
Mantronix,
Pulsallama,
The Gories,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Last Poets,
the Slits,
Sex Pistols,
Robert Görl,
Panda Bear,
Amon Düül,
Mark Hollis,
Cheater Slicks,
Althea and Donna,
the Human League,
the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays.
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.