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 Vietnam and from Jakarta.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Black Moon to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Quantec. All the underground hits.
All The Moody Blues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stiv Bators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aaron Thompson,
the Swans,
Rhythm & Sound,
Warsaw,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Deakin,
Jandek,
Sexual Harrassment,
PIL,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Unrelated Segments,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Aswad,
Franke,
Radio Birdman,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Minny Pops,
Fatback Band,
The Busters,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Charles Mingus,
Fear,
Absolute Body Control,
Severed Heads,
Easy Going,
Gichy Dan,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Barrington Levy,
Stockholm Monsters,
Quantec,
The Blackbyrds,
Dave Gahan,
Marmalade,
Kas Product,
The Seeds,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Star Department,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Traffic Nightmare,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Angels of Light,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Jerry's Kids,
H. Thieme,
David Bowie,
Al Stewart,
Eli Mardock,
Suburban Knight,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Big Daddy Kane,
Dual Sessions,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Excepter,
Urselle,
Vladislav Delay,
Can,
Visage,
The Birthday Party,
Kurtis Blow,
The J.B.'s,
Zapp,
Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow.
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.