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 Singapore and from Lyon.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 harpsichord 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Harry Pussy. All the underground hits.
All Kas Product tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every a-ha record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a cv313 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry Gold Smith,
Black Flag,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Albert Ayler,
Bootsy Collins,
Clear Light,
Adolescents,
Derrick Morgan,
Davy DMX,
the Fania All-Stars,
Inner City,
Mission of Burma,
Nation of Ulysses,
Janne Schatter,
Lindisfarne,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
New York Dolls,
The Neon Judgement,
The Cramps,
Chris & Cosey,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
James White and The Blacks,
Monolake,
Scratch Acid,
Grey Daturas,
Radiopuhelimet,
OOIOO,
Flash Fearless,
Negative Approach,
Minor Threat,
Niagra,
Delon & Dalcan,
MDC,
Piero Umiliani,
Johnny Clarke,
The Skatalites,
Toni Rubio,
Warren Ellis,
The Buckinghams,
Archie Shepp,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Blake Baxter,
The Pretty Things,
Radiohead,
E-Dancer,
Crooked Eye,
Morten Harket,
Harmonia,
Pulsallama,
Nik Kershaw,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Fall,
Masters at Work,
Vladislav Delay,
Procol Harum,
Crispy Ambulance,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Gladiators,
Ronan,
Basic Channel,
Donald Byrd,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc..
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.