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 Paraguay and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Eric B and Rakim to the dance 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 Unwound. All the underground hits.
All Yusef Lateef tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bad Manners record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a spring reverb and a güiro 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 chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Camouflage,
Brass Construction,
Basic Channel,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bill Wells,
The Birthday Party,
The Litter,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Residents,
Lakeside,
Rakim,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Wake,
Iggy Pop,
The Neon Judgement,
Glambeats Corp.,
Tomorrow,
The Knickerbockers,
Fad Gadget,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Cameo,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Young Marble Giants,
Negative Approach,
Peter and Kerry,
Lou Christie,
Harpers Bizarre,
Scott Walker,
Blake Baxter,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Stooges,
Ponytail,
Bob Dylan,
Reagan Youth,
CMW,
Angry Samoans,
Tim Buckley,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Real Kids,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Doobie Brothers,
Amazonics,
Harmonia,
Harry Pussy,
Drive Like Jehu,
EPMD,
The Shadows of Knight,
Barclay James Harvest,
Rufus Thomas,
Rod Modell,
Tres Demented,
LL Cool J,
Porter Ricks,
The Trojans,
Fugazi,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Red Krayola,
Marshall Jefferson,
Barbara Tucker,
Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians.
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.