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 Switzerland and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 marimba 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 Sad Lovers and Giants to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Crispian St. Peters. All the underground hits.
All PIL tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eli Mardock 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin 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 organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Essential Logic,
Qualms,
Kayak,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Delon & Dalcan,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
David Axelrod,
Lakeside,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Stetsasonic,
Hashim,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lalann,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
the Slits,
EPMD,
Anakelly,
Fear,
Sun Ra,
Lungfish,
Quadrant,
The Litter,
Drexciya,
Barbara Tucker,
Little Man,
Lou Christie,
Magazine,
Echospace,
The Gun Club,
David McCallum,
Ohio Players,
Bang On A Can,
Organ,
H. Thieme,
Khruangbin,
ABC,
Sällskapet,
The Walker Brothers,
CMW,
Dark Day,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Youth Brigade,
Carl Craig,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Robert Wyatt,
Oblivians,
Thompson Twins,
Morten Harket,
Rapeman,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Jacques Brel,
Loose Ends,
The Misunderstood,
The Velvet Underground,
Drive Like Jehu,
Public Enemy,
Thee Headcoats,
Absolute Body Control,
Quando Quango,
Roy Ayers,
Crooked Eye,
Barrington Levy,
James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks.
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.