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 Tajikistan 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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 clarinet 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 Ituana to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Buckinghams. All the underground hits.
All Pet Shop Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James White and The Blacks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
FM Einheit,
Gichy Dan,
Nico,
Monks,
Intrusion,
Kurtis Blow,
Marmalade,
F. McDonald,
Hardrive,
Eric Copeland,
Arab on Radar,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Kerrie Biddell,
Spandau Ballet,
Desert Stars,
The Litter,
The Birthday Party,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Symarip,
T.S.O.L.,
U.S. Maple,
Dual Sessions,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Rosa Yemen,
the Swans,
The Count Five,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Minutemen,
Half Japanese,
Oblivians,
kango's stein massive,
Surgeon,
Suicide,
Fela Kuti,
Metal Thangz,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Malaria!,
Bob Dylan,
Jeff Mills,
Eddi Front,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
London Community Gospel Choir,
DJ Sneak,
The Electric Prunes,
Black Pus,
MDC,
Ludus,
Echospace,
Roger Hodgson,
Absolute Body Control,
Arthur Verocai,
The Neon Judgement,
Second Layer,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Wolf Eyes,
Bobby Womack,
Funky Four + One,
Black Flag,
Bizarre Inc.,
Barrington Levy,
Eden Ahbez,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo.
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.