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 San Marino and from Woodstock.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Porter Ricks to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Blancmange. All the underground hits.
All Graham Central Station tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rahsaan Roland Kirk 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minutemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Adolescents,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Divine Comedy,
Quadrant,
Rufus Thomas,
Rakim,
Brothers Johnson,
Todd Rundgren,
Swans,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Roxette,
Boz Scaggs,
Curtis Mayfield,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Archie Shepp,
Glambeats Corp.,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Stiv Bators,
James White and The Blacks,
Lungfish,
Warsaw,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The American Breed,
Crooked Eye,
Junior Murvin,
Sun City Girls,
Basic Channel,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Michelle Simonal,
Pussy Galore,
The Electric Prunes,
Letta Mbulu,
The Names,
Model 500,
Bobby Sherman,
Brand Nubian,
The Golliwogs,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Victims,
Dawn Penn,
Lyres,
World's Most,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Rapeman,
Chrome,
Silicon Teens,
Slick Rick,
Bluetip,
the Sonics,
Man Eating Sloth,
ABBA,
U.S. Maple,
Piero Umiliani,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Los Fastidios,
Gerry Rafferty,
Q and Not U,
Roger Hodgson,
CMW,
Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya.
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.