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 Liechtenstein and from Delhi.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 clarinet 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 Danielle Patucci to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Dave Gahan. All the underground hits.
All Ultra Naté tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ice-T record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Stiv Bators,
Porter Ricks,
Angry Samoans,
Nils Olav,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Alison Limerick,
10cc,
Pagans,
The Mummies,
Arthur Verocai,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Amon Düül,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Rakim,
Bobby Byrd,
Alton Ellis,
Graham Central Station,
The Fire Engines,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Sonics,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Suicide,
Barbara Tucker,
Bad Manners,
Ronnie Foster,
Lower 48,
The Pop Group,
Ponytail,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sam Rivers,
Heaven 17,
Todd Terry,
Scion,
Roxette,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Piero Umiliani,
Schoolly D,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Tropical Tobacco,
Joey Negro,
Deakin,
Subhumans,
China Crisis,
The Red Krayola,
Cheater Slicks,
Mark Hollis,
Josef K,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Mantronix,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Blues Magoos,
Skriet,
Peter & Gordon,
Harpers Bizarre,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ten City,
U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple.
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.