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 Algeria and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Joe Smooth to the techno 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 Crooked Eye. All the underground hits.
All Quando Quango tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Shadows of Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Parry Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Aswad,
The Zeros,
Joe Smooth,
Patti Smith,
Drexciya,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Motions,
Pylon,
The Cure,
Shoche,
Joy Division,
Minutemen,
Bootsy Collins,
Rufus Thomas,
Goldenarms,
Los Fastidios,
Maleditus Sound,
John Cale,
Sam Rivers,
This Heat,
Josef K,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Y Pants,
Spandau Ballet,
Roxy Music,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Colin Newman,
Jacob Miller,
Rakim,
Sound Behaviour,
Subhumans,
The Seeds,
The Pop Group,
Jeff Lynne,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Shadows of Knight,
Interpol,
Fela Kuti,
Ludus,
Alice Coltrane,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lee Hazlewood,
Robert Hood,
Warsaw,
Rotary Connection,
Fatback Band,
The Moody Blues,
Angry Samoans,
X-Ray Spex,
Neil Young,
Saccharine Trust,
The Misunderstood,
Con Funk Shun,
La Düsseldorf,
Depeche Mode,
Dawn Penn,
Moebius,
Flipper,
Cluster,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir.
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.