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 Macedonia and from Edmonton.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Star Department to the grime 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 the Bar-Kays. All the underground hits.
All Barclay James Harvest tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funkadelic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 rhodes and an oboe 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 a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy Collins,
Kayak,
Camouflage,
Alice Coltrane,
Susan Cadogan,
Marmalade,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Electric Prunes,
Oblivians,
Donald Byrd,
Liliput,
Fugazi,
Al Stewart,
Anthony Braxton,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Techniques,
The Walker Brothers,
Jacques Brel,
DJ Style,
Erasure,
John Holt,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Man Eating Sloth,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bob Dylan,
Guru Guru,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Blues Magoos,
Barry Ungar,
Bill Near,
Black Bananas,
Dave Gahan,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Oneida,
The Fortunes,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Brand Nubian,
The Offenders,
Hoover,
Eric Copeland,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Agitation Free,
Stockholm Monsters,
Roxy Music,
Tim Buckley,
Monks,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Jandek,
Cabaret Voltaire,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Vladislav Delay,
Aaron Thompson,
OOIOO,
New Age Steppers,
Franke,
Peter and Kerry,
Deadbeat,
Jerry's Kids,
Scott Walker,
Q and Not U,
Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force.
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.