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 St Lucia and from Bremen.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and New York.
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 guitar 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 Fela Kuti 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 Nik Kershaw. All the underground hits.
All Ultramagnetic MC's tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bob Dylan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moby Grape record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gories,
Grauzone,
Danielle Patucci,
Basic Channel,
Cheater Slicks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
the Fania All-Stars,
Groovy Waters,
T. Rex,
Brand Nubian,
Tom Boy,
Isaac Hayes,
Iggy Pop,
Reuben Wilson,
A Certain Ratio,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Underground Resistance,
Moebius,
Alphaville,
The Cowsills,
Camouflage,
Bobby Byrd,
Smog,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Eli Mardock,
Donny Hathaway,
the Swans,
JFA,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
New Order,
Alton Ellis,
Wings,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Knickerbockers,
Deepchord,
Skarface,
Yazoo,
Robert Hood,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Icehouse,
The Sonics,
The Evens,
The Buckinghams,
Joe Smooth,
Royal Trux,
Boredoms,
Bob Dylan,
Intrusion,
Bobby Sherman,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
DJ Style,
Camberwell Now,
David McCallum,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Roy Ayers,
Nirvana,
Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare.
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.