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 Kiribati and from Shanghai.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Second Layer to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Scrapy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kaleidoscope record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arcadia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
London Community Gospel Choir,
Letta Mbulu,
F. McDonald,
The Remains,
Heaven 17,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Black Sheep,
A Certain Ratio,
Loose Ends,
Lee Hazlewood,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Slick Rick,
Pylon,
Roger Hodgson,
Harpers Bizarre,
Iggy Pop,
Yaz,
Cecil Taylor,
Jimmy McGriff,
Nas,
the Association,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bauhaus,
Roy Ayers,
T. Rex,
Pere Ubu,
Fear,
Donny Hathaway,
Todd Rundgren,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Blossom Toes,
Peter & Gordon,
Maurizio,
D'Angelo,
The Moody Blues,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Alice Coltrane,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Delta 5,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Golliwogs,
Jacob Miller,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Animal Collective,
CMW,
Pantaleimon,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Susan Cadogan,
Matthew Halsall,
Black Bananas,
Chrome,
Aloha Tigers,
The Pretty Things,
Rapeman,
Hardrive,
Scientists,
Albert Ayler,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ken Boothe,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
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.