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 Salvador.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 cv313 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül II tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalann record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arthur Verocai record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
cv313,
Stereo Dub,
Warsaw,
Kenny Larkin,
Soft Machine,
Robert Hood,
Lyres,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Cymande,
Heaven 17,
Dennis Brown,
The Doobie Brothers,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Marine Girls,
Banda Bassotti,
Negative Approach,
Neil Young,
The Stooges,
Basic Channel,
The Five Americans,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Janne Schatter,
Ohio Players,
The Sonics,
Tres Demented,
Ornette Coleman,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bauhaus,
The Fall,
Johnny Clarke,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Rapeman,
The Young Rascals,
Gang Green,
The Dave Clark Five,
Hashim,
John Holt,
Scott Walker,
Infiniti,
F. McDonald,
David McCallum,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Victims,
Fugazi,
The Knickerbockers,
Glambeats Corp.,
Matthew Halsall,
Spandau Ballet,
Alphaville,
Toni Rubio,
The Martian,
The Beau Brummels,
Audionom,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
These Immortal Souls,
Sun City Girls,
Youth Brigade,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Residents, The Residents, The Residents, The Residents.
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.