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 Saudi Arabia and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Ossler to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Quando Quango. All the underground hits.
All Cluster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warren Ellis 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arcadia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Al Stewart,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Dawn Penn,
The Wake,
the Bar-Kays,
Loose Ends,
Guru Guru,
the Germs,
EPMD,
Tres Demented,
X-Ray Spex,
Deepchord,
Groovy Waters,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Move,
La Düsseldorf,
John Holt,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Altered Images,
Essential Logic,
Nils Olav,
Porter Ricks,
Quando Quango,
Interpol,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Vogues,
Outsiders,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Fad Gadget,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Das Ding,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Residents,
Prince Buster,
Ludus,
Neu!,
Theoretical Girls,
Pole,
Swell Maps,
The Last Poets,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Agent Orange,
the Normal,
Q and Not U,
Wolf Eyes,
Dark Day,
The Sound,
Wally Richardson,
Liliput,
The Searchers,
The Dirtbombs,
Alton Ellis,
Graham Central Station,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ohio Players,
Sister Nancy,
Sex Pistols,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Trojans,
Wire,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Funky Four + One,
Oneida, Oneida, Oneida, Oneida.
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.