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 Mozambique and from Tehran.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 guitar 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 Hot Snakes to the rap 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 Sad Lovers and Giants. All the underground hits.
All Absolute Body Control tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Janne Schatter 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chrome record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Tremeloes,
Derrick May,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Royal Trux,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
One Last Wish,
Sight & Sound,
Simply Red,
Wally Richardson,
The Slackers,
Mr. Review,
X-Ray Spex,
Kool Moe Dee,
Mo-Dettes,
Terrestrial Tones,
Amon Düül II,
Sonic Youth,
Soft Machine,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Fall,
Marmalade,
Josef K,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Godley & Creme,
the Normal,
Absolute Body Control,
Sound Behaviour,
Thee Headcoats,
Wire,
Derrick Morgan,
D'Angelo,
Oneida,
The Kinks,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Mummies,
R.M.O.,
The Detroit Cobras,
Country Teasers,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Divine Comedy,
Banda Bassotti,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Walker Brothers,
Stereo Dub,
Public Image Ltd.,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Altered Images,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Kurtis Blow,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Roy Ayers,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Iggy Pop,
Cymande,
Q65,
The Raincoats,
Animal Collective,
Newcleus,
Make Up,
Monks, Monks, Monks, Monks.
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.