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 Barbados and from London.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Associates to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Fortunes. All the underground hits.
All The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kenny Larkin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Silicon Teens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Judy Mowatt,
Sound Behaviour,
Shoche,
Lou Reed,
Johnny Osbourne,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lungfish,
The J.B.'s,
DJ Sneak,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Index,
Con Funk Shun,
Swell Maps,
Procol Harum,
MC5,
Black Pus,
FM Einheit,
Urselle,
Peter and Kerry,
Joyce Sims,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bauhaus,
Sun Ra,
The United States of America,
Au Pairs,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Eli Mardock,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Alphaville,
World's Most,
Prince Buster,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Monks,
Parry Music,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Fear,
The Searchers,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Monolake,
Sex Pistols,
X-Ray Spex,
Qualms,
Stereo Dub,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
John Cale,
Nas,
Boredoms,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sam Rivers,
Peter & Gordon,
John Foxx,
The Flesh Eaters,
A Certain Ratio,
Chrome,
Robert Görl,
Lakeside,
Pantaleimon,
The Beau Brummels,
Grandmaster Flash,
Radio Birdman,
Lebanon Hanover,
The New Christs,
Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars.
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.