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 Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the snare 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 Warsaw to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Delon & Dalcan. All the underground hits.
All John Foxx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shuggie Otis 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar 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 synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marcia Griffiths,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gang Starr,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Grauzone,
Harmonia,
Sandy B,
Whodini,
The Electric Prunes,
Sonic Youth,
DJ Sneak,
The Blackbyrds,
The Alarm Clocks,
Eric Dolphy,
John Cale,
Guru Guru,
Steve Hackett,
Blossom Toes,
La Düsseldorf,
The Martian,
Make Up,
Dennis Brown,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Amon Düül,
Youth Brigade,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Donald Byrd,
Goldenarms,
Aural Exciters,
Kerri Chandler,
Slick Rick,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Half Japanese,
Ken Boothe,
Robert Hood,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bobby Womack,
Minnie Riperton,
Television,
Subhumans,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Tom Boy,
the Sonics,
Lucky Dragons,
Nick Fraelich,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sun Ra,
Groovy Waters,
Deadbeat,
The Residents,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
PIL,
The Shadows of Knight,
Index,
AZ,
Robert Görl,
Cluster,
Porter Ricks,
Aaron Thompson,
Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet.
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.