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 Brazil and from Lyon.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Sad Lovers and Giants to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Brothers Johnson. All the underground hits.
All Gang Green tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacques Brel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Be Bop Deluxe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Stereo Dub,
The Remains,
Flash Fearless,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Jawbox,
AZ,
Absolute Body Control,
Con Funk Shun,
Ossler,
Fear,
Max Romeo,
Bobbi Humphrey,
John Lydon,
Lindisfarne,
The Golliwogs,
Joey Negro,
The Moody Blues,
Henry Cow,
Lungfish,
Unrelated Segments,
The Monochrome Set,
Maurizio,
Visage,
Quando Quango,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lightning Bolt,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Skaos,
Lebanon Hanover,
Agent Orange,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Cure,
The Slackers,
Gichy Dan,
Buzzcocks,
Crime,
Pere Ubu,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Hoover,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gastr Del Sol,
Theoretical Girls,
DJ Sneak,
Gang Green,
Maleditus Sound,
Dawn Penn,
The Dave Clark Five,
Radiohead,
Whodini,
Scan 7,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gerry Rafferty,
Al Stewart,
Sparks,
Soulsonic Force,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Joy Division,
Guru Guru,
The Misunderstood,
Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese.
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.