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 Luxembourg and from Lagos.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 clarinet 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 Nik Kershaw 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 Drexciya. All the underground hits.
All The Vogues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fela Kuti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aswad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Knickerbockers,
Youth Brigade,
Joey Negro,
Ohio Players,
Gastr Del Sol,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sight & Sound,
Eric Dolphy,
The Last Poets,
Cal Tjader,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Neu!,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Q and Not U,
Absolute Body Control,
The Black Dice,
10cc,
Drexciya,
Pere Ubu,
Lou Christie,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Standells,
Joe Finger,
Robert Hood,
Fat Boys,
F. McDonald,
Flash Fearless,
The Stooges,
Banda Bassotti,
MDC,
The United States of America,
Wolf Eyes,
Sister Nancy,
Hoover,
Althea and Donna,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Invisible,
Wings,
The Buckinghams,
Wally Richardson,
Todd Terry,
Sparks,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Vogues,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sun City Girls,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
PIL,
The Motions,
The Fall,
Vladislav Delay,
Public Image Ltd.,
Terrestrial Tones,
Rotary Connection,
Echospace,
Spoonie Gee,
Surgeon,
Make Up,
Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica.
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.