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 Malaysia and from Philadelphia.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Arab on Radar to the punk 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 Jacob Miller. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gichy Dan 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 a guitar and a clarinet 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 theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drexciya,
Stockholm Monsters,
Aaron Thompson,
Yusef Lateef,
Mary Jane Girls,
Scrapy,
Moebius,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Matthew Halsall,
The Leaves,
The Count Five,
Thee Headcoats,
Barbara Tucker,
Eli Mardock,
The Monks,
New Order,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Liliput,
Flash Fearless,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Jacques Brel,
Essential Logic,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ronan,
Dawn Penn,
The Human League,
New Age Steppers,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Cluster,
Terry Callier,
Amon Düül II,
James White and The Blacks,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Monks,
Yazoo,
One Last Wish,
B.T. Express,
The Five Americans,
Wasted Youth,
The Red Krayola,
Visage,
Brick,
Fear,
Ralphi Rosario,
Motorama,
Ornette Coleman,
Donald Byrd,
Boredoms,
Kerrie Biddell,
Porter Ricks,
Eden Ahbez,
D'Angelo,
The Mojo Men,
This Heat,
The Victims,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Monolake,
Sällskapet,
Sonny Sharrock,
Cameo,
The Slackers,
Bobbi Humphrey,
E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer.
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.