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 Solomon Islands and from Beijing.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 mellotron 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 Q and Not U to the disco 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 Lou Reed & Metallica. All the underground hits.
All X-101 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Fraelich 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Inner City,
Bush Tetras,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Oneida,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Index,
The Leaves,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Fugazi,
Ultra Naté,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Barry Ungar,
Soul II Soul,
Cameo,
Bobby Byrd,
Mark Hollis,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Soulsonic Force,
The Vogues,
The Gap Band,
New Age Steppers,
Sällskapet,
Harmonia,
Marc Almond,
Smog,
The Invisible,
The Electric Prunes,
MDC,
Sex Pistols,
The Standells,
Skaos,
Maleditus Sound,
DNA,
Amon Düül II,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Seeds,
Lightning Bolt,
Motorama,
Howard Jones,
The Sound,
OOIOO,
Symarip,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Minny Pops,
Main Source,
Ohio Players,
Flash Fearless,
Lou Christie,
The Count Five,
Cluster,
Tommy Roe,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
48th St. Collective,
Hoover,
Carl Craig,
The Offenders,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Gories,
Saccharine Trust,
Jesper Dahlback,
Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia.
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.