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 Netherlands and from Jakarta.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 theremin 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 Los Fastidios to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Barrington Levy. All the underground hits.
All The Barracudas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerrie Biddell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Letta Mbulu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marcia Griffiths,
Dawn Penn,
Simply Red,
Darondo,
Groovy Waters,
Kurtis Blow,
The Cowsills,
The Blackbyrds,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Searchers,
Judy Mowatt,
Sam Rivers,
Hoover,
The Techniques,
Minny Pops,
MDC,
Camberwell Now,
Angry Samoans,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Nico,
Girls At Our Best!,
Goldenarms,
The Vogues,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gang of Four,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Black Pus,
Black Bananas,
Piero Umiliani,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
John Holt,
Scott Walker,
The Young Rascals,
Moby Grape,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Los Fastidios,
Mark Hollis,
David McCallum,
Isaac Hayes,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ultravox,
Kas Product,
Talk Talk,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
June of 44,
Gang Starr,
Faust,
Mr. Review,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Names,
Toni Rubio,
Kayak,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Jimmy McGriff,
Man Parrish,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Dead Boys,
Letta Mbulu,
Rakim, Rakim, Rakim, Rakim.
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.