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 Georgia and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 theremin 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 Von Mondo to the electroclash 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 Larry & the Blue Notes. All the underground hits.
All The Residents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brick 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro 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 güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Average White Band,
Saccharine Trust,
Lindisfarne,
Accadde A,
Eric Dolphy,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Star Department,
The Sound,
a-ha,
Barry Ungar,
Maurizio,
Buzzcocks,
Joy Division,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Leaves,
Echospace,
Byron Stingily,
Scrapy,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Modern Lovers,
Bronski Beat,
Funkadelic,
Suburban Knight,
The Dirtbombs,
Outsiders,
The Count Five,
Freddie Wadling,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Cowsills,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sparks,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Stiv Bators,
Slave,
Lower 48,
Jacob Miller,
Television,
Kerrie Biddell,
Altered Images,
Mary Jane Girls,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lou Reed,
Oblivians,
Soul Sonic Force,
A Flock of Seagulls,
David Bowie,
The Martian,
Magma,
Brand Nubian,
Groovy Waters,
LL Cool J,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Black Moon,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
D'Angelo,
Ultimate Spinach,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Isaac Hayes,
Tubeway Army,
The United States of America,
Goldenarms,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.