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 Cuba and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 Jakarta and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 sitar 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 Althea and Donna to the jazz 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 Morten Harket. All the underground hits.
All Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wally Richardson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 sitar and a synthesizer 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 spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The New Christs,
Matthew Bourne,
Bluetip,
The Zeros,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Neil Young,
Glenn Branca,
Anthony Braxton,
Clear Light,
Television,
Susan Cadogan,
Main Source,
Anakelly,
The Residents,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Fluxion,
Faraquet,
Siglo XX,
Juan Atkins,
Pharoah Sanders,
Kenny Larkin,
Second Layer,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Can,
Unrelated Segments,
Pierre Henry,
Frankie Knuckles,
Black Sheep,
Pet Shop Boys,
Banda Bassotti,
Jacob Miller,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Funkadelic,
Danielle Patucci,
The Sonics,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Sound,
Black Flag,
The Victims,
Ronan,
Patti Smith,
Cluster,
The Names,
Gichy Dan,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Dennis Brown,
Angry Samoans,
U.S. Maple,
Hot Snakes,
Pussy Galore,
Vainqueur,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Rites of Spring,
Scratch Acid,
Bill Wells,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ralphi Rosario,
The United States of America,
Underground Resistance,
Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott.
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.