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 Copenhagen.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Nick Fraelich. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Los Fastidios record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 Ornette Coleman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wasted Youth,
Warren Ellis,
Section 25,
Derrick May,
Warsaw,
The Barracudas,
Hot Snakes,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Can,
Chrome,
Radiopuhelimet,
Don Cherry,
Maleditus Sound,
Joensuu 1685,
Dave Gahan,
Outsiders,
Lungfish,
Bobby Sherman,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Divine Comedy,
Gichy Dan,
Quadrant,
Tomorrow,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
X-102,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ossler,
Soul II Soul,
The Saints,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pagans,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Funkadelic,
The Toasters,
Rod Modell,
Dennis Brown,
Lightning Bolt,
The Busters,
The Black Dice,
Motorama,
Wire,
John Cale,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Litter,
Dual Sessions,
La Düsseldorf,
Lalo Schifrin,
Animal Collective,
The Golliwogs,
Brass Construction,
Connie Case,
Depeche Mode,
Banda Bassotti,
Faraquet,
The Durutti Column,
Bobby Byrd,
June of 44,
Sister Nancy,
Ronnie Foster,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller.
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.