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 Solomon Islands and from Jakarta.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Intrusion 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 Charles Mingus. All the underground hits.
All Harmonia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Dolphy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Clarke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pylon,
Parry Music,
Robert Hood,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Remains,
Average White Band,
F. McDonald,
David Bowie,
Deakin,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Kinks,
Subhumans,
Adolescents,
Basic Channel,
Funkadelic,
The Count Five,
Wolf Eyes,
Lou Reed,
Arthur Verocai,
The Red Krayola,
Oblivians,
Aaron Thompson,
Gong,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Buzzcocks,
Rhythm & Sound,
Clear Light,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Smog,
The Associates,
Davy DMX,
Banda Bassotti,
Nico,
Donald Byrd,
Amazonics,
The Walker Brothers,
Aural Exciters,
the Germs,
Drive Like Jehu,
Rod Modell,
The Cramps,
Hasil Adkins,
Jeru the Damaja,
Masters at Work,
Nas,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Dead C,
Alphaville,
Lungfish,
The Doors,
Johnny Osbourne,
Arcadia,
The Motions,
Morten Harket,
Flash Fearless,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Supertramp,
Icehouse,
Jesper Dahlback,
Kaleidoscope,
Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders.
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.