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 Angola and from London.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and London.
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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz to the dance 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 The Pop Group. All the underground hits.
All New Order tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marine Girls 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Index,
Goldenarms,
Arcadia,
Jacob Miller,
Alice Coltrane,
Fat Boys,
Neil Young,
Lebanon Hanover,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Durutti Column,
The Smiths,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The American Breed,
Danielle Patucci,
The Young Rascals,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Tres Demented,
the Normal,
Stockholm Monsters,
Outsiders,
Traffic Nightmare,
Tim Buckley,
Idris Muhammad,
Fifty Foot Hose,
June Days,
Lyres,
Yusef Lateef,
Gabor Szabo,
David Axelrod,
The Birthday Party,
Black Pus,
Amon Düül II,
Subhumans,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
PIL,
Newcleus,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Gap Band,
Kas Product,
Procol Harum,
The Gladiators,
Scratch Acid,
This Heat,
Ronnie Foster,
Guru Guru,
Eli Mardock,
Ultimate Spinach,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Unrelated Segments,
The Star Department,
Barry Ungar,
Marc Almond,
Half Japanese,
Gregory Isaacs,
Banda Bassotti,
Amazonics,
Matthew Halsall,
Moby Grape,
Davy DMX,
Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near.
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.