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 Nauru and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Boredoms to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Lou Reed & John Cale. All the underground hits.
All The Selecter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Prince Buster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar 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 mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
AZ,
Archie Shepp,
Nik Kershaw,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Grandmaster Flash,
Scion,
In Retrospect,
Alice Coltrane,
Mark Hollis,
The Vogues,
Skriet,
Lyres,
Fugazi,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gregory Isaacs,
Marc Almond,
Crooked Eye,
Bobby Byrd,
Half Japanese,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Judy Mowatt,
The Gories,
Eddi Front,
Dennis Brown,
Soul Sonic Force,
Amon Düül,
The Sound,
Young Marble Giants,
Eric B and Rakim,
Leonard Cohen,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Angels of Light,
Los Fastidios,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Beau Brummels,
This Heat,
Throbbing Gristle,
Davy DMX,
The Doors,
Tomorrow,
Reuben Wilson,
DJ Style,
Drive Like Jehu,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Index,
Prince Buster,
Rekid,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ronan,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Simply Red,
Sister Nancy,
Tommy Roe,
Spandau Ballet,
The Velvet Underground,
Stiv Bators,
Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse.
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.