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 Namibia and from Taipei.
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 London and New York.
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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 cv313 to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Quadrant. All the underground hits.
All One Last Wish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hardrive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eli Mardock,
The Gap Band,
Outsiders,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Black Moon,
MDC,
Suicide,
Popol Vuh,
Kevin Saunderson,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Divine Comedy,
the Sonics,
Liliput,
Brass Construction,
Q65,
Mantronix,
Hashim,
the Soft Cell,
The Cowsills,
Piero Umiliani,
Massinfluence,
Sexual Harrassment,
Model 500,
Adolescents,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Soft Machine,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Black Dice,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ten City,
Fatback Band,
Surgeon,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ken Boothe,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
June of 44,
The Dirtbombs,
Kerrie Biddell,
Jacques Brel,
Tubeway Army,
Curtis Mayfield,
Boredoms,
Stetsasonic,
Danielle Patucci,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Warsaw,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Invisible,
The Birthday Party,
The Blues Magoos,
Gang Starr,
The Monks,
Au Pairs,
Das Ding,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bad Manners,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Warren Ellis,
Lakeside,
Jacob Miller,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Royal Trux,
Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes.
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.