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 Philippines and from Hong Kong.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 oboe 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 Brothers Johnson to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 In Retrospect. All the underground hits.
All Agitation Free tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Certain Ratio 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxy Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Urselle,
K-Klass,
Scan 7,
Darondo,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Moebius,
Adolescents,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Steve Hackett,
Ultravox,
Robert Hood,
The Real Kids,
Niagra,
Hot Snakes,
Crime,
Ossler,
Sister Nancy,
Graham Central Station,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Wolf Eyes,
Lightning Bolt,
Yusef Lateef,
Thee Headcoats,
Monks,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Cymande,
A Certain Ratio,
The Count Five,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Franke,
Deakin,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Toasters,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Matthew Halsall,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Unrelated Segments,
Liliput,
Barclay James Harvest,
Slave,
Gang Green,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gerry Rafferty,
Iggy Pop,
Gregory Isaacs,
Babytalk,
The Modern Lovers,
Desert Stars,
Hardrive,
The Martian,
Cameo,
Roxy Music,
10cc,
The Birthday Party,
Aural Exciters,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Jandek,
Metal Thangz,
Eric Copeland,
Hoover,
the Slits,
PIL,
The Litter, The Litter, The Litter, The Litter.
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.