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 Cameroon and from Lagos.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Copenhagen.
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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Avey Tare to the grime 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 Aural Exciters. All the underground hits.
All Cymande tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Theoretical Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Metal Thangz,
Johnny Osbourne,
Traffic Nightmare,
Arab on Radar,
James White and The Blacks,
The Gun Club,
Fluxion,
Tres Demented,
Nick Fraelich,
The Moody Blues,
Faraquet,
Roger Hodgson,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lakeside,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Jimmy McGriff,
Urselle,
Jawbox,
Essential Logic,
U.S. Maple,
Supertramp,
Depeche Mode,
Pere Ubu,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Leaves,
Mary Jane Girls,
Eric Copeland,
Archie Shepp,
Crooked Eye,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Neon Judgement,
Eric Dolphy,
Kerrie Biddell,
Oneida,
MDC,
Scrapy,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Piero Umiliani,
Ralphi Rosario,
Main Source,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Agitation Free,
Second Layer,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Andrew Hill,
Funkadelic,
The Walker Brothers,
New Age Steppers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Birthday Party,
The Electric Prunes,
The Misunderstood,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Eddi Front,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kevin Saunderson,
the Normal,
The Selecter,
Lou Reed,
Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four.
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.