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 Brazil and from Tehran.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Holger Czukay 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 Goldenarms to the disco 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 Martian. All the underground hits.
All Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aloha Tigers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ultravox,
Half Japanese,
Neu!,
Monks,
Jimmy McGriff,
Alison Limerick,
Negative Approach,
Brand Nubian,
Graham Central Station,
Drexciya,
Ronnie Foster,
Second Layer,
Spoonie Gee,
Banda Bassotti,
Funky Four + One,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gang of Four,
the Swans,
Black Sheep,
The Angels of Light,
Dawn Penn,
Ituana,
Eric B and Rakim,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Busters,
Das Ding,
Symarip,
Ralphi Rosario,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Deepchord,
The Stooges,
Parry Music,
Desert Stars,
The Gun Club,
The Cure,
Hardrive,
Warren Ellis,
Kas Product,
Yazoo,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
K-Klass,
Henry Cow,
Crash Course in Science,
the Normal,
Lungfish,
Danielle Patucci,
Carl Craig,
Delon & Dalcan,
Malaria!,
DJ Sneak,
Skarface,
Eurythmics,
John Holt,
Flipper,
Model 500,
Reuben Wilson,
Crime,
Slick Rick,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
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.