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 Colombia and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 harpsichord 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 Bootsy Collins to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Public Image Ltd.. All the underground hits.
All Sister Nancy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gregory Isaacs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arcadia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slick Rick,
The Dirtbombs,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ossler,
Q and Not U,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ten City,
Jeru the Damaja,
Fear,
The Barracudas,
Roxy Music,
Traffic Nightmare,
Fela Kuti,
Model 500,
Eurythmics,
Lucky Dragons,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sarah Menescal,
DJ Sneak,
Gong,
Harpers Bizarre,
Godley & Creme,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Kas Product,
The Fire Engines,
Half Japanese,
Susan Cadogan,
Tres Demented,
Blancmange,
Popol Vuh,
Von Mondo,
Marshall Jefferson,
Porter Ricks,
Scott Walker,
Bob Dylan,
Essential Logic,
Pantytec,
The Moleskins,
Gastr Del Sol,
kango's stein massive,
Circle Jerks,
Pussy Galore,
Trumans Water,
Marc Almond,
T.S.O.L.,
The Divine Comedy,
Roy Ayers,
Howard Jones,
The Birthday Party,
Subhumans,
DJ Style,
John Holt,
Dawn Penn,
Moss Icon,
Fat Boys,
Index,
The Moody Blues,
Bobby Sherman,
Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light.
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.