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 Liberia and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 guitar 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 Q and Not U to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Moleskins. All the underground hits.
All China Crisis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Germs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Davy DMX,
Spoonie Gee,
The Selecter,
Janne Schatter,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bauhaus,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
K-Klass,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Raincoats,
the Fania All-Stars,
OOIOO,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Camberwell Now,
Barclay James Harvest,
James White and The Blacks,
Mad Mike,
Nick Fraelich,
The Misunderstood,
Joey Negro,
The Red Krayola,
Sparks,
Reagan Youth,
Cameo,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Laurel Aitken,
Fela Kuti,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Peter & Gordon,
Gichy Dan,
One Last Wish,
Yaz,
Scratch Acid,
Nik Kershaw,
X-102,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Flamin' Groovies,
kango's stein massive,
Sam Rivers,
Marvin Gaye,
the Germs,
Inner City,
Nation of Ulysses,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Mummies,
Sarah Menescal,
Banda Bassotti,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Morten Harket,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Quantec,
Angry Samoans,
Heaven 17,
Malaria!,
Jawbox,
R.M.O.,
Severed Heads,
China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis.
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.