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 Nicaragua and from Paris.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Pop Group to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Flash Fearless. All the underground hits.
All Terrestrial Tones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zapp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
Unrelated Segments,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Mark Hollis,
Colin Newman,
Nick Fraelich,
Make Up,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Chrome,
In Retrospect,
Simply Red,
Danielle Patucci,
Pantaleimon,
The J.B.'s,
The Five Americans,
A Certain Ratio,
E-Dancer,
Black Flag,
Monolake,
Sight & Sound,
Chris & Cosey,
Brand Nubian,
Amon Düül,
Reagan Youth,
Crooked Eye,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Jimmy McGriff,
Maurizio,
the Bar-Kays,
Joe Finger,
John Lydon,
Quando Quango,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sam Rivers,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Erykah Badu,
Peter and Kerry,
The Walker Brothers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Organ,
Roxette,
James White and The Blacks,
Arcadia,
Avey Tare,
Yazoo,
Ultimate Spinach,
New York Dolls,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bronski Beat,
The Human League,
Rotary Connection,
Mary Jane Girls,
Popol Vuh,
Lou Reed,
The Standells,
Tres Demented,
Severed Heads,
a-ha,
The Durutti Column,
Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones.
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.