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 Denmark and from Spokane.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 ABBA to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All Arcadia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Clear Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Leonard Cohen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Simply Red,
The Victims,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Grass Roots,
Harry Pussy,
Siglo XX,
The Sound,
Roger Hodgson,
Byron Stingily,
The Mummies,
Whodini,
Zapp,
Boz Scaggs,
Judy Mowatt,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Minutemen,
Stereo Dub,
Delon & Dalcan,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Severed Heads,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
MDC,
The American Breed,
Sonny Sharrock,
Malaria!,
The Move,
Crime,
Au Pairs,
Black Pus,
Michelle Simonal,
Faraquet,
The Fire Engines,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Newcleus,
The Invisible,
Flamin' Groovies,
Fat Boys,
L. Decosne,
T.S.O.L.,
Sex Pistols,
the Normal,
John Cale,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Shadows of Knight,
Graham Central Station,
Rapeman,
Lou Reed,
Magazine,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Black Dice,
Negative Approach,
Jeru the Damaja,
Con Funk Shun,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ornette Coleman,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lungfish,
Black Sheep,
Sparks,
The Gladiators,
DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak.
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.