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 South Sudan and from Woodstock.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the güiro 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 The Pretty Things to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Howard Jones. All the underground hits.
All The Fall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Archie Shepp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a spring reverb and an arpeggiator 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 sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronnie Foster,
Warren Ellis,
Sun Ra,
D'Angelo,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
EPMD,
Trumans Water,
Ronan,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Mojo Men,
Soulsonic Force,
Franke,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
David Bowie,
Newcleus,
The Count Five,
Spoonie Gee,
Bluetip,
Scratch Acid,
Barclay James Harvest,
Cheater Slicks,
Y Pants,
Camberwell Now,
Scan 7,
The Red Krayola,
Sex Pistols,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Altered Images,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Angels of Light,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Gap Band,
Rosa Yemen,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Divine Comedy,
8 Eyed Spy,
Drexciya,
Dark Day,
Kerrie Biddell,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Sound,
Maurizio,
Pet Shop Boys,
Wolf Eyes,
Basic Channel,
Procol Harum,
Connie Case,
The Busters,
Smog,
Piero Umiliani,
Aaron Thompson,
Crispy Ambulance,
Moss Icon,
Arthur Verocai,
Jeru the Damaja,
Whodini,
Prince Buster,
Brothers Johnson,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pantytec,
Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat.
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.