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 Kazakhstan and from Delhi.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 clarinet 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 Royal Trux to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Marcia Griffiths. All the underground hits.
All Bauhaus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dual Sessions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric B and Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Searchers,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Traffic Nightmare,
John Lydon,
The Associates,
The Buckinghams,
The Blackbyrds,
Pet Shop Boys,
Animal Collective,
Sonny Sharrock,
Tim Buckley,
Gil Scott Heron,
Chrome,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Marc Almond,
Eve St. Jones,
Lalann,
Stereo Dub,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Vainqueur,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Siglo XX,
DJ Sneak,
Jeff Lynne,
Fatback Band,
Bronski Beat,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sound Behaviour,
Fear,
Rekid,
Swans,
The Fire Engines,
Joe Finger,
Danielle Patucci,
Anakelly,
Eric B and Rakim,
Zapp,
John Foxx,
Boz Scaggs,
Bob Dylan,
The Saints,
Silicon Teens,
New York Dolls,
The Count Five,
Easy Going,
The Move,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Dirtbombs,
Shoche,
Sandy B,
Blossom Toes,
Alice Coltrane,
Banda Bassotti,
The Monks,
Scientists,
Fela Kuti,
Faust,
Thompson Twins,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Fortunes,
Sun City Girls,
R.M.O.,
The Sound, The Sound, The Sound, The Sound.
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.