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 Singapore and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Kurtis Blow to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 June of 44. All the underground hits.
All Soul Sonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Human League 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe 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 clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Rundgren,
The Tremeloes,
PIL,
Public Image Ltd.,
Malaria!,
Ultravox,
Roxy Music,
Aaron Thompson,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Nik Kershaw,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Searchers,
Peter & Gordon,
Infiniti,
June Days,
Visage,
Morten Harket,
8 Eyed Spy,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Toasters,
Jawbox,
Bob Dylan,
The Star Department,
ABBA,
F. McDonald,
Arab on Radar,
Skriet,
Brothers Johnson,
Aloha Tigers,
Average White Band,
Gabor Szabo,
Amon Düül,
The Slits,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Fall,
Matthew Bourne,
Anakelly,
Accadde A,
Maurizio,
Sun City Girls,
Funky Four + One,
The Alarm Clocks,
Cal Tjader,
The Neon Judgement,
Interpol,
Barrington Levy,
The Birthday Party,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Avey Tare,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Monks,
K-Klass,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
China Crisis,
Little Man,
Wire,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Dawn Penn,
Warsaw,
Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish.
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.