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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the 808 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 Marine Girls to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ultravox. All the underground hits.
All the Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Bourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an arpeggiator 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 marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Freddie Wadling,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
U.S. Maple,
Eric Copeland,
CMW,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
June of 44,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
JFA,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Wings,
The Modern Lovers,
Dawn Penn,
Maurizio,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
David Axelrod,
Sixth Finger,
Amon Düül,
Scan 7,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Arthur Verocai,
Arcadia,
Bobby Byrd,
Ten City,
Silicon Teens,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Black Sheep,
The Busters,
Chris & Cosey,
The Misunderstood,
John Holt,
The Five Americans,
Buzzcocks,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Al Stewart,
Guru Guru,
Mars,
Qualms,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Dirtbombs,
Dorothy Ashby,
Maleditus Sound,
Todd Terry,
The Blues Magoos,
Avey Tare,
Q and Not U,
Television,
The Trojans,
Rotary Connection,
Blossom Toes,
Camouflage,
Chris Corsano,
Marshall Jefferson,
Marvin Gaye,
Rites of Spring,
The Pretty Things,
Soft Cell,
Groovy Waters,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Neil Young,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Mo-Dettes,
Darondo, Darondo, Darondo, Darondo.
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.