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 Brazil and from Johannesburg.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Arthur Verocai to the grime 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 John Lydon. All the underground hits.
All DJ Sneak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Whodini record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris & Cosey,
Spandau Ballet,
Trumans Water,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Erasure,
Hoover,
Stiv Bators,
Sällskapet,
Arthur Verocai,
DNA,
Agent Orange,
Banda Bassotti,
Quando Quango,
Darondo,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Fela Kuti,
Motorama,
Siglo XX,
The Electric Prunes,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Scott Walker,
June of 44,
Gang Green,
Danielle Patucci,
Anthony Braxton,
the Association,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kevin Saunderson,
Judy Mowatt,
the Bar-Kays,
AZ,
Ponytail,
Lucky Dragons,
Nik Kershaw,
The Moleskins,
Lalo Schifrin,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gerry Rafferty,
Chrome,
Jesper Dahlback,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Severed Heads,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Neil Young,
The Buckinghams,
The Raincoats,
Thee Headcoats,
Maleditus Sound,
The Monochrome Set,
The Gladiators,
Eric B and Rakim,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Human League,
The Offenders,
Pantaleimon,
Nico,
The Real Kids,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Brand Nubian,
T.S.O.L.,
Bootsy Collins,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron.
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.