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 Maldives and from Sao Paulo.
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 Bremen and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 arpeggiator 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 Jacques Brel to the rap 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 Crispy Ambulance. All the underground hits.
All Man Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Trojans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dirtbombs,
Jandek,
Monks,
The Names,
Deakin,
Fluxion,
Colin Newman,
Joe Smooth,
Freddie Wadling,
Lower 48,
Dark Day,
Chris & Cosey,
The Evens,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gong,
David McCallum,
X-Ray Spex,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Nik Kershaw,
Connie Case,
Gang Starr,
Ituana,
Morten Harket,
Arab on Radar,
Dual Sessions,
Wire,
Rapeman,
New Order,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Funky Four + One,
Sarah Menescal,
Parry Music,
Robert Görl,
Inner City,
The Durutti Column,
Ralphi Rosario,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
T. Rex,
Bobby Womack,
Audionom,
Steve Hackett,
Quadrant,
Amon Düül II,
Agitation Free,
Fear,
Lou Christie,
10cc,
Basic Channel,
Delta 5,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Juan Atkins,
Stockholm Monsters,
Interpol,
Roger Hodgson,
Ponytail,
Smog,
Eden Ahbez,
Minutemen,
Alphaville,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Rakim,
Tim Buckley,
Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters.
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.