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 France and from Jakarta.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 synthesizer 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 Warsaw to the techno 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 Boredoms. All the underground hits.
All the Fania All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soulsonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin 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 sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marine Girls,
the Germs,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Panda Bear,
Smog,
the Association,
Godley & Creme,
Andrew Hill,
The Slits,
Barry Ungar,
Flipper,
Gabor Szabo,
Skriet,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Names,
Dual Sessions,
Pussy Galore,
Rekid,
Masters at Work,
Robert Görl,
Laurel Aitken,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Idris Muhammad,
H. Thieme,
Gerry Rafferty,
David Axelrod,
Country Teasers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Inner City,
10cc,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Dirtbombs,
Wolf Eyes,
Technova,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Kurtis Blow,
Amazonics,
Heaven 17,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Deadbeat,
The Gun Club,
Steve Hackett,
Deakin,
Kerrie Biddell,
F. McDonald,
Camberwell Now,
the Swans,
Main Source,
Lungfish,
Harry Pussy,
Man Eating Sloth,
kango's stein massive,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Warsaw,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Joe Finger,
Tears for Fears,
Joyce Sims,
The Beau Brummels,
The Dave Clark Five,
Anthony Braxton,
Suburban Knight,
Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas.
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.