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 Morocco and from Lagos.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 sitar 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew to the crunk 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 The Happenings. All the underground hits.
All The Cure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camouflage 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q and Not U record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eurythmics,
The Gun Club,
Arthur Verocai,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
MDC,
The Fall,
Angry Samoans,
Trumans Water,
DJ Style,
Basic Channel,
Aaron Thompson,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Neon Judgement,
Radiopuhelimet,
Delon & Dalcan,
PIL,
Livin' Joy,
Cymande,
The Seeds,
Scrapy,
Jeru the Damaja,
Black Bananas,
Soul II Soul,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Monolake,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lee Hazlewood,
Jimmy McGriff,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Arcadia,
Chris Corsano,
Fatback Band,
Laurel Aitken,
Yazoo,
Al Stewart,
Simply Red,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Moss Icon,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Blancmange,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Alice Coltrane,
The Skatalites,
Ultimate Spinach,
Josef K,
Peter & Gordon,
Visage,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Boredoms,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Slackers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Young Rascals,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Scott Walker,
Janne Schatter,
Bill Near,
Max Romeo,
Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon.
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.