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 Senegal and from Milan.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs to the funk 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 Thompson Twins. All the underground hits.
All Lungfish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magazine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Newcleus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dirtbombs,
Donny Hathaway,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Idris Muhammad,
The Dead C,
the Normal,
Sun Ra,
Terrestrial Tones,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Excepter,
Bauhaus,
Roger Hodgson,
Adolescents,
Robert Görl,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
L. Decosne,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Scan 7,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Fela Kuti,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Beau Brummels,
Tomorrow,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sex Pistols,
Nico,
The Gories,
Cheater Slicks,
Gong,
The J.B.'s,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Jesper Dahlback,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Youth Brigade,
The Mummies,
The Walker Brothers,
The Mojo Men,
Malaria!,
Scratch Acid,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Hashim,
The Real Kids,
Quantec,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Scion,
John Holt,
Rakim,
Unrelated Segments,
Chris & Cosey,
ABC,
Eric B and Rakim,
Rotary Connection,
Connie Case,
Wally Richardson,
Yazoo,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Yusef Lateef,
Arcadia,
Heaven 17,
Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front.
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.