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 Oman and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 guitar 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 Trumans Water to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Nirvana. All the underground hits.
All Eurythmics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Finger 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June Days record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rapeman,
Arcadia,
Wally Richardson,
Rotary Connection,
Eric B and Rakim,
the Bar-Kays,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Victims,
DJ Sneak,
Al Stewart,
The Fall,
the Swans,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Johnny Osbourne,
Cheater Slicks,
B.T. Express,
Spoonie Gee,
the Sonics,
The Velvet Underground,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Derrick May,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ornette Coleman,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ronnie Foster,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Todd Terry,
Los Fastidios,
Swell Maps,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Crime,
Lou Reed,
the Germs,
The Sonics,
The Music Machine,
Bill Wells,
Gang Green,
Bobby Byrd,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Remains,
Absolute Body Control,
FM Einheit,
Hoover,
Gang of Four,
Gabor Szabo,
Neu!,
Black Flag,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Pussy Galore,
Archie Shepp,
Brand Nubian,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Hot Snakes,
Ronan,
Vainqueur,
Niagra,
The Golliwogs,
The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings.
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.