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 Thailand and from Houston.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines 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 Ponytail. All the underground hits.
All A Flock of Seagulls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Evens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cure,
Pagans,
ABC,
The Zeros,
Goldenarms,
Lightning Bolt,
Al Stewart,
Young Marble Giants,
Heaven 17,
Minny Pops,
The Offenders,
Derrick May,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
DNA,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sam Rivers,
The Modern Lovers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Marvin Gaye,
Sister Nancy,
Ultimate Spinach,
New Age Steppers,
Brass Construction,
8 Eyed Spy,
Barry Ungar,
Drexciya,
U.S. Maple,
Zero Boys,
Ronan,
Aural Exciters,
Connie Case,
Iggy Pop,
Fear,
Scientists,
Bad Manners,
Quantec,
Cluster,
Zapp,
Idris Muhammad,
Piero Umiliani,
The Fire Engines,
Jacob Miller,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gang Starr,
The Sound,
Television Personalities,
Sonic Youth,
Gastr Del Sol,
Livin' Joy,
Barclay James Harvest,
Niagra,
Malaria!,
La Düsseldorf,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Visage,
Marc Almond,
Bob Dylan,
L. Decosne,
Procol Harum,
Black Moon,
The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five.
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.