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 Qatar and from Lille.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Halifax.
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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Underground Resistance to the electroclash 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 Rites of Spring. All the underground hits.
All Joey Negro tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul II Soul 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Depeche Mode record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scratch Acid,
Big Daddy Kane,
Dennis Brown,
Black Flag,
Pylon,
The Five Americans,
Josef K,
Ossler,
Bizarre Inc.,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Interpol,
Yaz,
The Associates,
Jawbox,
Grey Daturas,
Kas Product,
The Litter,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Tremeloes,
Erasure,
Gang Starr,
Pet Shop Boys,
Eurythmics,
T. Rex,
Audionom,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Icehouse,
E-Dancer,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Animal Collective,
Sandy B,
Alton Ellis,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Public Enemy,
Black Bananas,
the Bar-Kays,
Aloha Tigers,
Albert Ayler,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Evens,
The Fall,
Toni Rubio,
Arthur Verocai,
Index,
Soft Cell,
Rhythm & Sound,
Moebius,
Yazoo,
The Slits,
Groovy Waters,
Girls At Our Best!,
Marvin Gaye,
Scientists,
Deepchord,
Arab on Radar,
Andrew Hill,
Gang of Four,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Count Five,
The Index,
Brand Nubian,
JFA, JFA, JFA, JFA.
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.