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 China and from Tokyo.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Calgary.
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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
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 Tears for Fears to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Q65. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Durutti Column 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Urselle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
AZ,
Monolake,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Tears for Fears,
Mission of Burma,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Tropical Tobacco,
Reagan Youth,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ornette Coleman,
The Kinks,
Arcadia,
Ponytail,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Raincoats,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Dawn Penn,
Slave,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kenny Larkin,
The Residents,
Robert Wyatt,
New Order,
Amazonics,
Subhumans,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kerrie Biddell,
JFA,
Marc Almond,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Radiohead,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Chris & Cosey,
Juan Atkins,
Hardrive,
Dennis Brown,
Alphaville,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Public Image Ltd.,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Blues Magoos,
Quantec,
Pulsallama,
The Walker Brothers,
Negative Approach,
Jawbox,
Marvin Gaye,
Sun City Girls,
Bluetip,
Sam Rivers,
Public Enemy,
Slick Rick,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Visage,
The Doors,
Hashim,
Pere Ubu,
Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can.
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.