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 Sudan and from Bologna.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew to the electroclash 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 Wasted Youth. All the underground hits.
All The Skatalites tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Section 25 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mighty Diamonds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Misunderstood,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Quantec,
Prince Buster,
Mission of Burma,
The Star Department,
Cybotron,
The Happenings,
The Techniques,
The Dead C,
Pierre Henry,
Chrome,
John Lydon,
Jandek,
The New Christs,
Henry Cow,
Accadde A,
Pagans,
Whodini,
Davy DMX,
Ossler,
Maleditus Sound,
Main Source,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sonny Sharrock,
Arthur Verocai,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Kinks,
Moss Icon,
Half Japanese,
Flipper,
MC5,
Young Marble Giants,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bronski Beat,
Matthew Halsall,
the Swans,
The Walker Brothers,
Barrington Levy,
Archie Shepp,
The Gories,
The Gladiators,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Rakim,
Altered Images,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Evens,
Tres Demented,
The Cowsills,
Frankie Knuckles,
Donny Hathaway,
B.T. Express,
The Mojo Men,
Surgeon,
The Standells,
Gastr Del Sol,
Severed Heads,
the Fania All-Stars,
F. McDonald,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Mandrill,
The Sonics,
Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols.
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.