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 Nigeria and from Winnipeg.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Barracudas to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Spandau Ballet. All the underground hits.
All Judy Mowatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythm & Sound 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Excepter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
World's Most,
Brick,
A Certain Ratio,
Faust,
Gang Gang Dance,
Angry Samoans,
Zero Boys,
Marine Girls,
Grey Daturas,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Can,
Kerrie Biddell,
Toni Rubio,
Donald Byrd,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Moleskins,
the Normal,
ABC,
Connie Case,
The Alarm Clocks,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Names,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Detroit Cobras,
Scientists,
Saccharine Trust,
Johnny Clarke,
Ralphi Rosario,
Simply Red,
Joensuu 1685,
Average White Band,
Blake Baxter,
Man Eating Sloth,
the Sonics,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Vogues,
Monolake,
Ice-T,
Terrestrial Tones,
Vainqueur,
Albert Ayler,
Underground Resistance,
Index,
The Modern Lovers,
Chrome,
The Music Machine,
One Last Wish,
Inner City,
Camouflage,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Radio Birdman,
The Barracudas,
Bootsy Collins,
Minnie Riperton,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Tremeloes,
Aaron Thompson,
Excepter,
Johnny Osbourne,
Amon Düül,
Fugazi,
EPMD, EPMD, EPMD, EPMD.
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.