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 Switzerland and from Bologna.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 rhodes 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 Joyce Sims to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Count Five. All the underground hits.
All Faraquet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Outsiders 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 an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barrington Levy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Leaves,
Ossler,
Jerry's Kids,
The Star Department,
Michelle Simonal,
New Age Steppers,
Visage,
Donald Byrd,
La Düsseldorf,
The American Breed,
Banda Bassotti,
Index,
Brick,
Eddi Front,
Scion,
Section 25,
Minny Pops,
Guru Guru,
Lungfish,
kango's stein massive,
Deakin,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sexual Harrassment,
Mission of Burma,
Cymande,
Anthony Braxton,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Neon Judgement,
The Seeds,
Idris Muhammad,
The Cowsills,
Skriet,
Hashim,
Kurtis Blow,
The Detroit Cobras,
Flipper,
Funkadelic,
Dark Day,
Joe Finger,
Quando Quango,
Television Personalities,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ronnie Foster,
K-Klass,
Yazoo,
The Mojo Men,
The Gories,
Arab on Radar,
Warsaw,
Sonic Youth,
Little Man,
Brothers Johnson,
Bob Dylan,
Skaos,
Ultravox,
A Certain Ratio,
Zapp,
Country Teasers,
Gang of Four,
Nick Fraelich,
Stereo Dub,
The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds.
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.