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 Sri Lanka and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Sugar Minott to the disco 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 Symarip. All the underground hits.
All Jimmy McGriff tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unwound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 chamberlin and a snare 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 synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Buckinghams,
Ultimate Spinach,
Josef K,
Ice-T,
Darondo,
F. McDonald,
Dual Sessions,
The Mummies,
The Star Department,
The Happenings,
Radio Birdman,
Lalo Schifrin,
Frankie Knuckles,
Carl Craig,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Amazonics,
Gichy Dan,
Jacques Brel,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Monks,
The Grass Roots,
Soft Cell,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lindisfarne,
Prince Buster,
Aswad,
Subhumans,
Harmonia,
Wolf Eyes,
Grandmaster Flash,
Magazine,
Arthur Verocai,
Lightning Bolt,
The Beau Brummels,
New York Dolls,
Saccharine Trust,
Susan Cadogan,
Black Pus,
Marshall Jefferson,
Monolake,
Laurel Aitken,
Neu!,
Quadrant,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Skatalites,
Niagra,
James White and The Blacks,
Henry Cow,
Delta 5,
The Searchers,
Banda Bassotti,
Outsiders,
Wally Richardson,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Tremeloes,
Gang Green,
Sight & Sound,
kango's stein massive,
Letta Mbulu,
Fat Boys,
The Electric Prunes,
Stetsasonic,
Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway.
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.