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 Paraguay and from Mexico City.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Tokyo.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Television 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 Flash Fearless. All the underground hits.
All Bluetip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gian Franco Pienzio 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Icehouse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agent Orange,
Henry Cow,
Blake Baxter,
Visage,
The Toasters,
Marc Almond,
Adolescents,
Das Ding,
The Red Krayola,
Can,
Jandek,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Roxy Music,
The Saints,
Gichy Dan,
Second Layer,
Wings,
Leonard Cohen,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Organ,
Mantronix,
James White and The Blacks,
The Trojans,
Public Enemy,
Eurythmics,
Delon & Dalcan,
Robert Hood,
Joy Division,
Soft Machine,
The Dead C,
Moby Grape,
Nation of Ulysses,
Altered Images,
Pere Ubu,
Fear,
These Immortal Souls,
Boz Scaggs,
Rod Modell,
Sixth Finger,
The Gladiators,
Harpers Bizarre,
Derrick Morgan,
Sun Ra,
Davy DMX,
Accadde A,
The Tremeloes,
Jesper Dahlback,
Unrelated Segments,
Sparks,
Althea and Donna,
X-101,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Minutemen,
The Index,
Radiopuhelimet,
Don Cherry,
Sugar Minott,
Robert Wyatt,
Erykah Badu,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sällskapet,
Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone.
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.