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 Antigua and from Glasgow.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Faust to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 DJ Sneak. All the underground hits.
All The Blackbyrds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sparks 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arthur Verocai record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Curtis Mayfield,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Nico,
Pharoah Sanders,
Maleditus Sound,
Magazine,
Reuben Wilson,
Eric Copeland,
Boredoms,
Chrome,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sun City Girls,
Ultravox,
The Happenings,
the Germs,
The Associates,
Terry Callier,
Little Man,
The Trojans,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Five Americans,
Bobby Byrd,
Ronnie Foster,
The Doors,
DJ Sneak,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Move,
The Evens,
Hasil Adkins,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Pop Group,
Iggy Pop,
The Stooges,
Tommy Roe,
Minnie Riperton,
Yaz,
CMW,
Kool Moe Dee,
Isaac Hayes,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Amon Düül,
Pere Ubu,
Can,
Tears for Fears,
Leonard Cohen,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Toasters,
Delon & Dalcan,
AZ,
Ultra Naté,
Average White Band,
Visage,
Eli Mardock,
Silicon Teens,
X-102,
Steve Hackett,
LL Cool J,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Al Stewart,
The Seeds,
Quadrant,
Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan.
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.