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 Guinea-Bissau and from Johannesburg.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Mexico City.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba 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 T.S.O.L. to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Doobie Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Sam Rivers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rapeman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Certain Ratio,
Lucky Dragons,
Black Flag,
Crash Course in Science,
Adolescents,
Talk Talk,
One Last Wish,
Heaven 17,
U.S. Maple,
Bang On A Can,
Brand Nubian,
Kaleidoscope,
Intrusion,
La Düsseldorf,
Darondo,
D'Angelo,
David Bowie,
The Black Dice,
Matthew Halsall,
The Standells,
Newcleus,
Arthur Verocai,
Monolake,
The Cure,
Lalo Schifrin,
10cc,
ABC,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lakeside,
Pylon,
KRS-One,
Delon & Dalcan,
Tom Boy,
Index,
Eurythmics,
Fat Boys,
Banda Bassotti,
The Cramps,
Tomorrow,
Fatback Band,
Howard Jones,
B.T. Express,
Fluxion,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Henry Cow,
Warren Ellis,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Real Kids,
Youth Brigade,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sixth Finger,
Animal Collective,
Charles Mingus,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Marmalade,
The Searchers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
EPMD,
Zapp,
Negative Approach,
The Selecter,
Franke,
Scientists, Scientists, Scientists, Scientists.
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.