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 Afghanistan and from Manchester.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Tom Verlaine 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 8 Eyed Spy to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All World's Most tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Justin Hinds & The Dominoes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Certain Ratio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Second Layer,
Camberwell Now,
Tommy Roe,
Monks,
Roger Hodgson,
Bootsy Collins,
Chris & Cosey,
T.S.O.L.,
Agitation Free,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Quadrant,
Ralphi Rosario,
Albert Ayler,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Urselle,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bill Wells,
The Stooges,
Robert Hood,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Black Pus,
Marc Almond,
B.T. Express,
The Tremeloes,
Blossom Toes,
H. Thieme,
Danielle Patucci,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Fortunes,
Pole,
Fat Boys,
John Foxx,
The Electric Prunes,
Roy Ayers,
Freddie Wadling,
Scion,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Jacques Brel,
U.S. Maple,
The Cowsills,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Real Kids,
Nico,
The Names,
The Wake,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Dawn Penn,
Bush Tetras,
Reuben Wilson,
Crash Course in Science,
Depeche Mode,
The American Breed,
Prince Buster,
The Raincoats,
Henry Cow,
New Order,
Ice-T,
Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk.
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.