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 San Marino and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 sitar 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 Echospace to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Ultra Naté. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Underground Resistance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camouflage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q65,
Pantaleimon,
H. Thieme,
The Evens,
Dorothy Ashby,
Robert Görl,
Charles Mingus,
John Foxx,
Nico,
Vladislav Delay,
FM Einheit,
Rod Modell,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Easy Going,
Joy Division,
Blossom Toes,
Nik Kershaw,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
D'Angelo,
The Saints,
Ituana,
The Selecter,
Bronski Beat,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pole,
Fad Gadget,
Boredoms,
Cymande,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Qualms,
The Buckinghams,
Dark Day,
the Human League,
Surgeon,
Todd Terry,
Chris & Cosey,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Pop Group,
Kool Moe Dee,
Echospace,
Scion,
Liliput,
Sister Nancy,
Soul Sonic Force,
the Association,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bob Dylan,
Dual Sessions,
June of 44,
cv313,
Sonny Sharrock,
Suicide,
Yusef Lateef,
Harpers Bizarre,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gregory Isaacs,
Iggy Pop,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Vainqueur,
Matthew Bourne,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Main Source, Main Source, Main Source, Main Source.
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.