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 Spain and from Spokane.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Radiohead to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Star Department. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Negative Approach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Halsall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Traffic Nightmare,
The Divine Comedy,
Scan 7,
Stiv Bators,
DJ Style,
Jacob Miller,
Blancmange,
New York Dolls,
Tropical Tobacco,
Fat Boys,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Offenders,
Kayak,
The Fall,
Buzzcocks,
Cecil Taylor,
Main Source,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Toasters,
Fear,
Dawn Penn,
Aural Exciters,
The Wake,
Magma,
Susan Cadogan,
Jawbox,
The Red Krayola,
Barrington Levy,
Ultra Naté,
Bronski Beat,
The Birthday Party,
Inner City,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Wally Richardson,
Yusef Lateef,
Scientists,
Bush Tetras,
Maurizio,
Bobby Byrd,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Nas,
John Foxx,
Circle Jerks,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sound Behaviour,
Alton Ellis,
The Associates,
Rites of Spring,
Outsiders,
Q65,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Roy Ayers,
Slick Rick,
Bootsy Collins,
Little Man,
The Cowsills,
D'Angelo,
Kenny Larkin,
Yellowson,
L. Decosne,
Smog, Smog, Smog, Smog.
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.