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 Angola and from Glasgow.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Sonny Sharrock to the rock 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 Spandau Ballet. All the underground hits.
All The Shadows of Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every CMW 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radio Birdman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Audionom,
Underground Resistance,
Monks,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Terry Callier,
Young Marble Giants,
Von Mondo,
The Divine Comedy,
Mr. Review,
Joey Negro,
Crime,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
LL Cool J,
The Gladiators,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Masters at Work,
Tim Buckley,
Ice-T,
Bobby Sherman,
Oneida,
La Düsseldorf,
ABBA,
Sam Rivers,
Jacques Brel,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
FM Einheit,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Juan Atkins,
Liliput,
Royal Trux,
Traffic Nightmare,
Cal Tjader,
Wings,
X-Ray Spex,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Doors,
The Electric Prunes,
Don Cherry,
Harmonia,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Reuben Wilson,
The Cramps,
Cluster,
DNA,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Nils Olav,
New Age Steppers,
The Moody Blues,
Electric Prunes,
The Kinks,
the Germs,
Make Up,
Urselle,
Flash Fearless,
Matthew Bourne,
Sonny Sharrock,
Pantaleimon,
Johnny Clarke,
The American Breed,
Neil Young,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis.
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.