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 Gambia and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Connie Case to the disco 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 Sister Nancy. All the underground hits.
All Popol Vuh tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer 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 rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hoover,
Yaz,
Panda Bear,
David McCallum,
Negative Approach,
Derrick May,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Names,
The Martian,
Isaac Hayes,
Pere Ubu,
Funkadelic,
Derrick Morgan,
The Skatalites,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Matthew Bourne,
T.S.O.L.,
The Black Dice,
Marc Almond,
Laurel Aitken,
Pylon,
Deadbeat,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Quantec,
Cymande,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Dennis Brown,
Ten City,
Ken Boothe,
Barry Ungar,
Ronnie Foster,
Q65,
cv313,
The United States of America,
The Mummies,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Kinks,
Grauzone,
The Moleskins,
Lightning Bolt,
The Young Rascals,
H. Thieme,
Altered Images,
FM Einheit,
Nas,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Skarface,
the Association,
Camberwell Now,
Reuben Wilson,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Slave,
Von Mondo,
Lyres,
Darondo,
Kaleidoscope,
Kurtis Blow,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Joe Smooth,
Lou Christie,
Blossom Toes,
Model 500,
Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub.
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.