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 Suriname and from Lagos.
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 Bremen and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Das Ding to the grunge 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 Boz Scaggs. All the underground hits.
All Y Pants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every These Immortal Souls 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Excepter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Goldenarms,
Electric Prunes,
Tubeway Army,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Whodini,
Wally Richardson,
This Heat,
Siglo XX,
The Misunderstood,
KRS-One,
Soft Cell,
K-Klass,
Silicon Teens,
Ludus,
AZ,
EPMD,
Country Teasers,
Girls At Our Best!,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Shadows of Knight,
Oblivians,
Popol Vuh,
Mary Jane Girls,
Blossom Toes,
Al Stewart,
Danielle Patucci,
Talk Talk,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gabor Szabo,
Lalo Schifrin,
John Lydon,
Ultravox,
The Buckinghams,
Desert Stars,
Sparks,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gerry Rafferty,
Angry Samoans,
Symarip,
The Doors,
Joe Smooth,
John Holt,
Ronan,
Mission of Burma,
Outsiders,
Hot Snakes,
cv313,
Eric Dolphy,
Niagra,
The Offenders,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Idris Muhammad,
the Soft Cell,
Sonny Sharrock,
the Bar-Kays,
Slick Rick,
Kas Product,
The Wake,
MC5,
The Velvet Underground,
June of 44,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds.
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.