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 Iceland and from Delhi.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Holger Czukay 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk 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 cv313. All the underground hits.
All Lizzy Mercier Descloux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kevin Saunderson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Selecter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marine Girls,
The Count Five,
The Buckinghams,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
La Düsseldorf,
Gabor Szabo,
Crash Course in Science,
Circle Jerks,
Quando Quango,
Zero Boys,
The Black Dice,
Ultravox,
This Heat,
Q65,
Tomorrow,
Sun City Girls,
Roxette,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Monks,
Scrapy,
Neil Young,
Frankie Knuckles,
Hot Snakes,
Terry Callier,
Johnny Clarke,
Marvin Gaye,
Byron Stingily,
Ohio Players,
Swell Maps,
Yazoo,
The Dirtbombs,
PIL,
Kas Product,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Oblivians,
Sister Nancy,
the Human League,
The Names,
Electric Prunes,
Archie Shepp,
Howard Jones,
Tres Demented,
The Cure,
Hoover,
Heaven 17,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Standells,
The Star Department,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Alison Limerick,
Lungfish,
Cymande,
Andrew Hill,
Panda Bear,
the Normal,
Bill Near,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp.
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.