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 Iran and from Mexico City.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 synthesizer 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 John Foxx to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The J.B.'s. All the underground hits.
All Aswad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The American Breed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tim Buckley,
Scientists,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Groovy Waters,
Jacob Miller,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Grauzone,
Mo-Dettes,
Electric Prunes,
Vladislav Delay,
The Martian,
Liliput,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Moleskins,
Section 25,
Chris Corsano,
Laurel Aitken,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Aswad,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Black Flag,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Quadrant,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Inner City,
Tom Boy,
Wings,
Altered Images,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Offenders,
The Toasters,
Anakelly,
Stereo Dub,
Whodini,
Trumans Water,
Bizarre Inc.,
Unrelated Segments,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ten City,
The Zeros,
The Count Five,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Invisible,
Deadbeat,
The Motions,
Kas Product,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sandy B,
Popol Vuh,
Japan,
Sonic Youth,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Joe Smooth,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Magma,
Symarip,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Five Americans,
Khruangbin,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow.
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.