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 Panama and from Bremen.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 synthesizer 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 World's Most to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Lou Reed & John Cale. All the underground hits.
All The Associates tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Association 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet 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 spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bauhaus,
Yaz,
Sarah Menescal,
Das Ding,
Gerry Rafferty,
Marc Almond,
Accadde A,
Tres Demented,
Robert Görl,
Yusef Lateef,
The Red Krayola,
Chrome,
Jawbox,
Camberwell Now,
Roger Hodgson,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Moss Icon,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
John Foxx,
Jacob Miller,
Maleditus Sound,
Von Mondo,
Deadbeat,
Thee Headcoats,
Swell Maps,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
ABBA,
Anakelly,
Deepchord,
Marcia Griffiths,
Underground Resistance,
DJ Style,
John Coltrane,
Frankie Knuckles,
David McCallum,
Andrew Hill,
The Black Dice,
Outsiders,
Ornette Coleman,
Jacques Brel,
Yellowson,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Deakin,
Sällskapet,
UT,
Severed Heads,
Aswad,
Qualms,
Silicon Teens,
DNA,
Mars,
The Stooges,
Jeff Mills,
The Raincoats,
Yazoo,
Bobby Sherman,
China Crisis,
Sandy B,
The Gories,
The Five Americans,
Wasted Youth,
Saccharine Trust,
a-ha,
Japan, Japan, Japan, Japan.
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.