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 Namibia 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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 arpeggiator 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Loose Ends. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brass Construction record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tubeway Army record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
La Düsseldorf,
Boredoms,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Organ,
Johnny Osbourne,
Don Cherry,
Matthew Halsall,
David Axelrod,
Yellowson,
The Star Department,
Joey Negro,
Deakin,
Barry Ungar,
Mary Jane Girls,
Quantec,
Cecil Taylor,
Robert Görl,
Skaos,
Public Enemy,
Clear Light,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Pharoah Sanders,
Spoonie Gee,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
the Soft Cell,
Ponytail,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Vainqueur,
Ornette Coleman,
cv313,
48th St. Collective,
Index,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Silicon Teens,
T.S.O.L.,
The Beau Brummels,
The Last Poets,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Offenders,
The Dead C,
The Fall,
Shoche,
Rhythm & Sound,
Dark Day,
The Gun Club,
Young Marble Giants,
The Cowsills,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Junior Murvin,
Eden Ahbez,
Henry Cow,
The Names,
Babytalk,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Steve Hackett,
Derrick Morgan,
Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw.
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.