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 Brunei and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 oboe 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 Traffic Nightmare to the electroclash 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 Roy Ayers. All the underground hits.
All OOIOO tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter & Gordon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The American Breed,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sonic Youth,
The Mummies,
E-Dancer,
Tropical Tobacco,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Black Dice,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Franke,
Neu!,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Harmonia,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Wally Richardson,
Spoonie Gee,
World's Most,
Pantaleimon,
The Motions,
Lakeside,
The Zeros,
Quantec,
David Bowie,
The Angels of Light,
Slave,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Fad Gadget,
Lee Hazlewood,
Section 25,
The Monks,
JFA,
the Swans,
Slick Rick,
L. Decosne,
Smog,
Boz Scaggs,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Unrelated Segments,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lower 48,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sexual Harrassment,
Barclay James Harvest,
Tres Demented,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Kerrie Biddell,
a-ha,
Flipper,
Trumans Water,
Adolescents,
Surgeon,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Tubeway Army,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
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.