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 United Kingdom and from Milan.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Michelle Simonal to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Terry Callier. All the underground hits.
All Pagans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Metal Thangz 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin 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 theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lightning Bolt,
Make Up,
Eddi Front,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Happenings,
The Birthday Party,
Bobby Sherman,
June Days,
One Last Wish,
Dawn Penn,
Quando Quango,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Star Department,
Oneida,
John Foxx,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Funkadelic,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bang On A Can,
The Fortunes,
Kurtis Blow,
Flash Fearless,
Donald Byrd,
The Raincoats,
Angry Samoans,
Chrome,
Dead Boys,
Sonny Sharrock,
World's Most,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Radio Birdman,
Q and Not U,
Suburban Knight,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Masters at Work,
Pierre Henry,
Stetsasonic,
Roxette,
Carl Craig,
Hashim,
James White and The Blacks,
Avey Tare,
Magma,
Cybotron,
Rapeman,
Throbbing Gristle,
Surgeon,
Los Fastidios,
Matthew Bourne,
Sugar Minott,
Bill Near,
Television,
Newcleus,
The Electric Prunes,
Black Moon,
EPMD,
Darondo,
Aaron Thompson,
Mandrill,
Arthur Verocai,
Das Ding,
The Fugs,
Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul.
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.