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 Guyana and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba 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 Section 25 to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Morten Harket. All the underground hits.
All Dual Sessions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brand Nubian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe 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 chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Axelrod,
Von Mondo,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Theoretical Girls,
Mr. Review,
OOIOO,
Lyres,
Mary Jane Girls,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Smog,
Tres Demented,
Bang On A Can,
Soft Machine,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gang Green,
8 Eyed Spy,
Dawn Penn,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
ABC,
Camberwell Now,
Little Man,
The Monks,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Porter Ricks,
Scrapy,
Andrew Hill,
Curtis Mayfield,
Archie Shepp,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kaleidoscope,
Symarip,
X-101,
Spoonie Gee,
Black Sheep,
The Knickerbockers,
The American Breed,
H. Thieme,
Bush Tetras,
the Swans,
The Birthday Party,
Grey Daturas,
The Slits,
Franke,
Alice Coltrane,
Schoolly D,
Clear Light,
Adolescents,
Warren Ellis,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Buckinghams,
Altered Images,
Vainqueur,
Todd Rundgren,
Basic Channel,
Minny Pops,
Electric Prunes,
John Cale,
Matthew Halsall,
The Gap Band,
LL Cool J,
The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola.
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.