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 Algeria and from Delhi.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Move to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 R.M.O.. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 10cc record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 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 Arcadia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sexual Harrassment,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Crime,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Archie Shepp,
La Düsseldorf,
Smog,
Joensuu 1685,
Quantec,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
John Cale,
Drexciya,
Radiohead,
Flash Fearless,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Offenders,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Grandmaster Flash,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Monolake,
Flamin' Groovies,
Stereo Dub,
Derrick Morgan,
KRS-One,
Boredoms,
Cymande,
Oneida,
MC5,
Stockholm Monsters,
Excepter,
Country Teasers,
The Blackbyrds,
Sex Pistols,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ralphi Rosario,
Glambeats Corp.,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Wasted Youth,
Silicon Teens,
Minor Threat,
Gang Starr,
The Fire Engines,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sarah Menescal,
The Count Five,
Qualms,
Spandau Ballet,
The Gories,
Joy Division,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Shoche,
Anakelly,
Newcleus,
Sight & Sound,
Brand Nubian,
Fear,
Motorama,
The Monochrome Set,
Black Flag,
David McCallum,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
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.