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 Dominica and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 Bologna and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Little Man to the jazz 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 Scrapy. All the underground hits.
All Bill Near tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Youth Brigade 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar 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 chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Count Five,
Crispy Ambulance,
Fat Boys,
Public Enemy,
Panda Bear,
Tommy Roe,
Bootsy Collins,
The Star Department,
Piero Umiliani,
Marc Almond,
The Five Americans,
Quantec,
Can,
Dual Sessions,
Camouflage,
Bill Wells,
Inner City,
Sister Nancy,
Kerrie Biddell,
Frankie Knuckles,
Radiohead,
Laurel Aitken,
Al Stewart,
The Human League,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gang Gang Dance,
La Düsseldorf,
Desert Stars,
Bobby Sherman,
David Axelrod,
Amazonics,
D'Angelo,
The Monks,
The Golliwogs,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Mummies,
Donny Hathaway,
Ronan,
The Barracudas,
Barrington Levy,
Faust,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Fad Gadget,
Carl Craig,
Slick Rick,
Traffic Nightmare,
10cc,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lou Reed,
Gregory Isaacs,
Monks,
Curtis Mayfield,
Drexciya,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Thompson Twins,
David McCallum,
Outsiders,
Black Bananas,
Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes.
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.