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 Equatorial Guinea and from Philadelphia.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 oboe 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 Sarah Menescal to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Soul Sonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Qualms 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 an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flamin' Groovies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Bananas,
Visage,
New Age Steppers,
The Selecter,
Morten Harket,
Marmalade,
Lou Christie,
The Divine Comedy,
Arcadia,
John Lydon,
The Real Kids,
Minny Pops,
Essential Logic,
Thompson Twins,
Niagra,
Oneida,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Parry Music,
Black Moon,
a-ha,
The Pretty Things,
Aural Exciters,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Eric B and Rakim,
cv313,
Television Personalities,
The Move,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Arthur Verocai,
Urselle,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Wolf Eyes,
Dead Boys,
Black Sheep,
Funky Four + One,
Jacques Brel,
Bootsy Collins,
Main Source,
Youth Brigade,
Organ,
Eric Dolphy,
CMW,
Bluetip,
Leonard Cohen,
Blake Baxter,
Delon & Dalcan,
Cal Tjader,
Section 25,
Dave Gahan,
Simply Red,
Connie Case,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Rosa Yemen,
Sugar Minott,
Gabor Szabo,
Neil Young,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Interpol,
Reuben Wilson,
Y Pants,
Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band.
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.