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 Bangladesh and from Tokyo.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Ten City to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oneida 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba 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 clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerrie Biddell,
The Slits,
48th St. Collective,
Piero Umiliani,
Anthony Braxton,
The Trojans,
B.T. Express,
Lalo Schifrin,
Inner City,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Kas Product,
Siglo XX,
Eli Mardock,
Duran Duran,
Dawn Penn,
Roy Ayers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Public Enemy,
Neu!,
Underground Resistance,
Pole,
Lakeside,
Nick Fraelich,
Goldenarms,
Von Mondo,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gerry Rafferty,
Organ,
Crime,
The Music Machine,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gang Starr,
Aaron Thompson,
Liliput,
kango's stein massive,
Aloha Tigers,
Davy DMX,
Bootsy Collins,
L. Decosne,
Gang of Four,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gang Green,
Make Up,
Sarah Menescal,
Monks,
Zapp,
Hashim,
The Real Kids,
Eddi Front,
Chris Corsano,
AZ,
Scott Walker,
Sound Behaviour,
The Remains,
Radio Birdman,
Au Pairs,
Crispy Ambulance,
Flash Fearless,
Trumans Water,
Cluster,
Delon & Dalcan,
New York Dolls,
Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier.
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.