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 Israel and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lagos.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Reuben Wilson to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Barracudas. All the underground hits.
All Popol Vuh tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Motorama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arcadia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deakin,
FM Einheit,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Litter,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Techniques,
Roger Hodgson,
Rapeman,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Porter Ricks,
The Dirtbombs,
The Shadows of Knight,
Cymande,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Erykah Badu,
Oblivians,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Model 500,
Funky Four + One,
Max Romeo,
The Cramps,
Harry Pussy,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Shuggie Otis,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Monochrome Set,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Quantec,
Davy DMX,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Kinks,
Malaria!,
Angry Samoans,
Funkadelic,
Monolake,
Aaron Thompson,
Sister Nancy,
Colin Newman,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Brick,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Robert Görl,
Zapp,
The New Christs,
Oneida,
Negative Approach,
Aswad,
Spoonie Gee,
The Music Machine,
Television Personalities,
Lalann,
Quadrant,
the Human League,
Arab on Radar,
Skarface,
Boz Scaggs,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Warren Ellis,
Stetsasonic,
Wire,
Josef K, Josef K, Josef K, Josef K.
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.