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 Oman and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Divine Comedy to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Fatback Band. All the underground hits.
All Scrapy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Invisible 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator 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 oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gladiators,
Radiopuhelimet,
Matthew Halsall,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Frankie Knuckles,
D'Angelo,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Little Man,
Altered Images,
E-Dancer,
Minnie Riperton,
The Mummies,
Mad Mike,
Pagans,
LL Cool J,
John Holt,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Cameo,
The Barracudas,
Pantaleimon,
Black Bananas,
Desert Stars,
The Birthday Party,
Porter Ricks,
Agitation Free,
KRS-One,
Rotary Connection,
Absolute Body Control,
Deakin,
EPMD,
Wasted Youth,
Skaos,
Jimmy McGriff,
Minny Pops,
the Normal,
Lower 48,
Kayak,
June of 44,
Avey Tare,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Barrington Levy,
The Tremeloes,
Organ,
Duran Duran,
Joey Negro,
Black Pus,
Rakim,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Radio Birdman,
Pantytec,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Quando Quango,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ken Boothe,
The Young Rascals,
The Litter,
Scan 7,
Sam Rivers,
Theoretical Girls,
Royal Trux,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Television, Television, Television, Television.
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.