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 Ghana and from Houston.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees to the rock 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 Kurtis Blow. All the underground hits.
All Dual Sessions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantaleimon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro 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 spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Flesh Eaters,
Amazonics,
Pierre Henry,
Letta Mbulu,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sparks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Alton Ellis,
Max Romeo,
Tomorrow,
Steve Hackett,
Bauhaus,
David McCallum,
Fugazi,
The Martian,
Peter and Kerry,
The Pop Group,
The Slits,
R.M.O.,
Nick Fraelich,
Hasil Adkins,
Jeff Lynne,
Electric Prunes,
The Cure,
Zapp,
The Monks,
Tim Buckley,
Moss Icon,
Jerry's Kids,
Godley & Creme,
Stetsasonic,
Underground Resistance,
Prince Buster,
Mad Mike,
Darondo,
The Birthday Party,
Severed Heads,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Smiths,
Cal Tjader,
Cymande,
Hardrive,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gong,
Tres Demented,
Morten Harket,
Colin Newman,
Judy Mowatt,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Pere Ubu,
Bobby Womack,
JFA,
The Index,
Sällskapet,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
John Lydon,
Soul II Soul,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Victims,
Pagans,
Throbbing Gristle,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats.
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.