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 Papua New Guinea and from Calgary.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Soft Machine to the jazz 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 The Martian. All the underground hits.
All Franke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every London Community Gospel Choir record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yaz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Moon,
Mary Jane Girls,
Young Marble Giants,
The Blues Magoos,
Dennis Brown,
The Divine Comedy,
KRS-One,
Zero Boys,
Sex Pistols,
Groovy Waters,
Lakeside,
F. McDonald,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Colin Newman,
Erasure,
Shoche,
Electric Prunes,
The Monks,
Tears for Fears,
Soft Machine,
Underground Resistance,
Donald Byrd,
Ponytail,
Harmonia,
Sonic Youth,
Henry Cow,
Toni Rubio,
Rakim,
Intrusion,
Isaac Hayes,
The United States of America,
Lower 48,
Roger Hodgson,
a-ha,
Godley & Creme,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ossler,
Ultimate Spinach,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Misunderstood,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Cure,
Stereo Dub,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Pharoah Sanders,
Scan 7,
Circle Jerks,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Electric Prunes,
Y Pants,
Patti Smith,
Cymande,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Panda Bear,
Jeff Lynne,
Connie Case,
Barrington Levy,
Los Fastidios,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Brass Construction,
Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D.
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.