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 Morocco and from Seoul.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Bremen.
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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Joyce Sims to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Matthew Halsall. All the underground hits.
All Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fall,
Masters at Work,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
New York Dolls,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Terry Callier,
The Gun Club,
Pantaleimon,
The Kinks,
Y Pants,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lindisfarne,
Nas,
the Sonics,
The Barracudas,
The Doors,
David Bowie,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Skriet,
Jacob Miller,
The Happenings,
Anthony Braxton,
The Smoke,
Robert Wyatt,
The Modern Lovers,
Piero Umiliani,
Aswad,
Duran Duran,
The Cramps,
Electric Prunes,
Magma,
The Blues Magoos,
48th St. Collective,
Gang Green,
Mantronix,
Shuggie Otis,
Mr. Review,
Wolf Eyes,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Cal Tjader,
Juan Atkins,
LL Cool J,
Ossler,
Flash Fearless,
The Techniques,
the Normal,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
the Germs,
Sällskapet,
Black Pus,
Pet Shop Boys,
a-ha,
Bill Near,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Angels of Light,
Ice-T,
The Velvet Underground,
Al Stewart,
Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne.
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.