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 Argentina and from New York.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Columbus.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 The Slits 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 Heaven 17. All the underground hits.
All The Divine Comedy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Busters 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slick Rick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wally Richardson,
X-101,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Sound,
kango's stein massive,
The Index,
The Birthday Party,
Godley & Creme,
The Alarm Clocks,
Talk Talk,
Roger Hodgson,
Laurel Aitken,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Johnny Clarke,
Robert Hood,
Mission of Burma,
Eve St. Jones,
The Move,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Scientists,
The Remains,
Dual Sessions,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Depeche Mode,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Mandrill,
Delon & Dalcan,
Pantaleimon,
Oneida,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Invisible,
The Gories,
Suburban Knight,
Spandau Ballet,
DJ Sneak,
Joyce Sims,
Japan,
June Days,
Kevin Saunderson,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sonic Youth,
Symarip,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Pretty Things,
10cc,
Erykah Badu,
Lebanon Hanover,
Peter and Kerry,
Lalann,
Graham Central Station,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Derrick Morgan,
The Grass Roots,
The Black Dice,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Essential Logic,
Massinfluence,
The Golliwogs,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Echospace,
Cheater Slicks,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.