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 Chile and from Hong Kong.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Fad Gadget to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Lungfish. All the underground hits.
All The Vogues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Raincoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Darondo,
Ohio Players,
Shoche,
Bob Dylan,
Donny Hathaway,
The Victims,
Unrelated Segments,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
ABBA,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Dawn Penn,
Yazoo,
Scion,
The Wake,
Bobby Sherman,
The Dead C,
Beasts of Bourbon,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Grass Roots,
Scott Walker,
T.S.O.L.,
Public Enemy,
Pussy Galore,
The Red Krayola,
Dennis Brown,
The Gladiators,
Trumans Water,
Intrusion,
Sonny Sharrock,
Jandek,
EPMD,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Fortunes,
Outsiders,
The Sisters of Mercy,
World's Most,
The Vogues,
The Blues Magoos,
The Leaves,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Electric Prunes,
The Gun Club,
Alphaville,
Scrapy,
Pylon,
Oblivians,
MDC,
Connie Case,
Gang Starr,
Gang Gang Dance,
Malaria!,
Jacob Miller,
Rhythm & Sound,
John Holt,
Sight & Sound,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Junior Murvin,
the Swans,
Ossler,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Glambeats Corp.,
Matthew Halsall,
Cameo,
Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario.
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.