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 Madagascar and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Donald Fagen 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 DeepChord presents Echospace to the grime 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 Slick Rick. All the underground hits.
All Eric Copeland tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terrestrial Tones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 linndrum and a güiro 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 linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MC5,
World's Most,
Lou Christie,
Yaz,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Divine Comedy,
Girls At Our Best!,
Eddi Front,
a-ha,
The Leaves,
Roxette,
Faraquet,
Cecil Taylor,
Deepchord,
Soft Cell,
The Skatalites,
Public Enemy,
The Last Poets,
Kaleidoscope,
Blancmange,
Bush Tetras,
The Wake,
The Angels of Light,
Ultra Naté,
Bobby Womack,
The Gladiators,
Swell Maps,
Soul II Soul,
Mars,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Khruangbin,
Accadde A,
Zapp,
Tomorrow,
Faust,
Howard Jones,
The Victims,
Minnie Riperton,
Piero Umiliani,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Idris Muhammad,
Eurythmics,
Gang Gang Dance,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Hoover,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Cowsills,
Matthew Bourne,
Mary Jane Girls,
Glambeats Corp.,
Henry Cow,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Eric Copeland,
Steve Hackett,
Yazoo,
Andrew Hill,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Neon Judgement,
Heaven 17,
Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment.
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.