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 Azerbaijan and from Johannesburg.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 mellotron 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 A Flock of Seagulls to the grime 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 Barrington Levy. All the underground hits.
All Siglo XX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Busters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
KRS-One,
Alice Coltrane,
Audionom,
Bronski Beat,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Velvet Underground,
Porter Ricks,
The Five Americans,
The Cowsills,
The Star Department,
Guru Guru,
Byron Stingily,
kango's stein massive,
Michelle Simonal,
Khruangbin,
Loose Ends,
The Index,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Eli Mardock,
Yazoo,
Lalann,
Roxette,
The Dave Clark Five,
Hardrive,
Funkadelic,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bluetip,
Rosa Yemen,
Jesper Dahlback,
Soft Cell,
Icehouse,
Sun City Girls,
Eric Copeland,
Kas Product,
Marine Girls,
Moss Icon,
Royal Trux,
The Fortunes,
The Monochrome Set,
Fluxion,
Delon & Dalcan,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Dead Boys,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Con Funk Shun,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The United States of America,
Patti Smith,
Babytalk,
Hoover,
Derrick Morgan,
Prince Buster,
Inner City,
E-Dancer,
The Buckinghams,
Piero Umiliani,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Tears for Fears,
Steve Hackett,
Pylon, Pylon, Pylon, Pylon.
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.