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 Brazil and from New York.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 guitar 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 Oppenheimer Analysis to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 KRS-One. All the underground hits.
All The Leaves tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every La Düsseldorf record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Audionom record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Residents,
Isaac Hayes,
Skaos,
Arab on Radar,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Deepchord,
Lungfish,
Marmalade,
Fatback Band,
Deakin,
Kas Product,
Funkadelic,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Boz Scaggs,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Colin Newman,
Black Moon,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Maurizio,
Gerry Rafferty,
Accadde A,
A Certain Ratio,
Hoover,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Flesh Eaters,
Kerrie Biddell,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Public Enemy,
These Immortal Souls,
Quantec,
Crispian St. Peters,
Johnny Clarke,
Stereo Dub,
Scientists,
Urselle,
Sun City Girls,
The Shadows of Knight,
Roy Ayers,
PIL,
Todd Rundgren,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Techniques,
Yusef Lateef,
Idris Muhammad,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ten City,
Circle Jerks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Eurythmics,
The Fugs,
Visage,
Qualms,
Bill Wells,
Matthew Halsall,
Crispy Ambulance,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Nik Kershaw,
The Standells, The Standells, The Standells, The Standells.
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.