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 Romania and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Sister Nancy to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Pagans. All the underground hits.
All Barclay James Harvest tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mary Jane Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dark Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Goldenarms,
Quantec,
Eurythmics,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Cameo,
Bluetip,
Malaria!,
Man Parrish,
Eddi Front,
Carl Craig,
The Leaves,
The Neon Judgement,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Pop Group,
Shuggie Otis,
Warren Ellis,
Eve St. Jones,
The Move,
Massinfluence,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Duran Duran,
Jacob Miller,
The Offenders,
John Holt,
Crooked Eye,
KRS-One,
The Cowsills,
Yaz,
Yusef Lateef,
Vladislav Delay,
Heaven 17,
Television Personalities,
Dual Sessions,
Sugar Minott,
48th St. Collective,
Royal Trux,
David McCallum,
Anakelly,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Nirvana,
Rotary Connection,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Monolake,
Infiniti,
Tubeway Army,
Mark Hollis,
The Gun Club,
Soul II Soul,
Fugazi,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Remains,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Brass Construction,
The Zeros,
Amon Düül II,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Tommy Roe,
Young Marble Giants,
Stiv Bators,
Wally Richardson,
Radiopuhelimet,
Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger.
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.