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 Kiribati and from Lille.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Lindisfarne to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Rufus Thomas. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Curtis Mayfield record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David McCallum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Foxx,
Reagan Youth,
D'Angelo,
Black Sheep,
Suicide,
Bob Dylan,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Associates,
Marmalade,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ossler,
The Gun Club,
Ultravox,
Fear,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Toasters,
Section 25,
Jeru the Damaja,
Dual Sessions,
The Angels of Light,
Kenny Larkin,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
LL Cool J,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Beau Brummels,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ronnie Foster,
Panda Bear,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Invisible,
Todd Rundgren,
Tears for Fears,
Arthur Verocai,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Dead C,
Reuben Wilson,
Althea and Donna,
Stiv Bators,
Maurizio,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Essential Logic,
the Soft Cell,
Unwound,
Surgeon,
Outsiders,
Bobby Womack,
Lindisfarne,
Morten Harket,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sandy B,
Barbara Tucker,
Ice-T,
The Count Five,
Aural Exciters,
CMW,
Junior Murvin,
Agent Orange,
Joy Division,
Arab on Radar,
Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A.
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.