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 Syria and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Glasgow.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Maleditus Sound to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Amazonics. All the underground hits.
All Sarah Menescal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magazine 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camberwell Now record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ronnie Foster,
Whodini,
Avey Tare,
ABBA,
Hoover,
Flash Fearless,
Ponytail,
Darondo,
H. Thieme,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ten City,
Tubeway Army,
The Cure,
Susan Cadogan,
The Pop Group,
Black Bananas,
The Divine Comedy,
Public Image Ltd.,
EPMD,
Sister Nancy,
Drexciya,
MC5,
Sällskapet,
Wally Richardson,
The Stooges,
Eve St. Jones,
Barry Ungar,
Marvin Gaye,
Con Funk Shun,
Spandau Ballet,
Television,
Nick Fraelich,
Organ,
Fela Kuti,
Loose Ends,
China Crisis,
Brick,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Invisible,
Sparks,
Ornette Coleman,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Piero Umiliani,
Rekid,
Malaria!,
Interpol,
Tres Demented,
The Blackbyrds,
The Skatalites,
The Detroit Cobras,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gang Green,
MDC,
Khruangbin,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lou Christie,
Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet.
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.