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 Iraq and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 güiro 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 Larry & the Blue Notes to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Eric B and Rakim. All the underground hits.
All The Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Normal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arthur Verocai record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Youth Brigade,
Los Fastidios,
Franke,
Shuggie Otis,
Gang Starr,
T. Rex,
CMW,
Suicide,
Blossom Toes,
Boz Scaggs,
Faust,
Iggy Pop,
Eddi Front,
Pole,
The Toasters,
Angry Samoans,
Arthur Verocai,
Rosa Yemen,
The Young Rascals,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kerrie Biddell,
Unrelated Segments,
The Fuzztones,
Suburban Knight,
the Human League,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Mark Hollis,
Sarah Menescal,
Todd Terry,
Dead Boys,
The Divine Comedy,
The Real Kids,
Average White Band,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ice-T,
Tropical Tobacco,
Section 25,
Gabor Szabo,
Althea and Donna,
Pharoah Sanders,
Yellowson,
Pantaleimon,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ronan,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Smiths,
Alton Ellis,
Television,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Letta Mbulu,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Mantronix,
Brick,
the Bar-Kays,
Livin' Joy,
John Lydon,
Stiv Bators,
Jerry's Kids,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music.
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.