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 Nauru and from Jakarta.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Taipei.
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 guitar 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 Black Pus to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 D'Angelo. All the underground hits.
All Joe Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pierre Henry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Prince Buster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Gang Dance,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ohio Players,
Yaz,
Yellowson,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Anthony Braxton,
The Searchers,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sonny Sharrock,
Janne Schatter,
Ken Boothe,
Laurel Aitken,
Neil Young,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Nirvana,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Happenings,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lou Reed,
Bronski Beat,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
the Slits,
Main Source,
Boz Scaggs,
Lou Christie,
The Mummies,
Pere Ubu,
David Axelrod,
Godley & Creme,
Ossler,
Brass Construction,
Pet Shop Boys,
Saccharine Trust,
Yazoo,
Joensuu 1685,
Gabor Szabo,
Schoolly D,
Banda Bassotti,
Monolake,
Franke,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Altered Images,
Eric Copeland,
Lungfish,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Barry Ungar,
Darondo,
Pussy Galore,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Arcadia,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ponytail,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Gladiators,
The Moleskins,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Terry Callier,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Erykah Badu,
Metal Thangz,
Byron Stingily,
Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash.
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.