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 Oman and from Portland.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Bad Manners to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Pantaleimon. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Clarke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sight & Sound 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bizarre Inc. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sight & Sound,
Half Japanese,
Rosa Yemen,
Cheater Slicks,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Shadows of Knight,
Con Funk Shun,
Bill Wells,
Archie Shepp,
The Birthday Party,
Harpers Bizarre,
Eden Ahbez,
Brass Construction,
The Associates,
Johnny Clarke,
Pet Shop Boys,
Radiohead,
Anthony Braxton,
The Move,
Ralphi Rosario,
Byron Stingily,
Animal Collective,
The Sound,
Rhythm & Sound,
Negative Approach,
Funky Four + One,
Bobbi Humphrey,
JFA,
Motorama,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Skatalites,
Judy Mowatt,
Scan 7,
Bobby Sherman,
Sparks,
Sam Rivers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Cecil Taylor,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Gun Club,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Porter Ricks,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Robert Hood,
Erykah Badu,
Lungfish,
Underground Resistance,
The Victims,
Faraquet,
Young Marble Giants,
KRS-One,
The Toasters,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
the Normal,
The Martian,
Rites of Spring,
The Human League,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Nils Olav,
The Pop Group,
The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers.
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.