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 Equatorial Guinea and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sixth Finger to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Ultra Naté. All the underground hits.
All Minnie Riperton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arab on Radar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Parrish,
Harmonia,
The Monochrome Set,
The Slits,
Cluster,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Brand Nubian,
Yellowson,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Standells,
Crash Course in Science,
The Litter,
Gregory Isaacs,
Television Personalities,
Pylon,
Kenny Larkin,
Boredoms,
Kool Moe Dee,
X-101,
Lightning Bolt,
Faraquet,
Rotary Connection,
Henry Cow,
Skriet,
Black Pus,
Steve Hackett,
The Moleskins,
The Seeds,
Fela Kuti,
Procol Harum,
Kaleidoscope,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
World's Most,
Marmalade,
Mary Jane Girls,
Magma,
Banda Bassotti,
Cybotron,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Unrelated Segments,
Moebius,
Eli Mardock,
Cheater Slicks,
Unwound,
Ronnie Foster,
The Barracudas,
John Holt,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Star Department,
Livin' Joy,
Jerry Gold Smith,
cv313,
Shuggie Otis,
E-Dancer,
Bootsy Collins,
Sam Rivers,
David McCallum,
Buzzcocks,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kas Product,
Agent Orange,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience.
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.