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 Germany and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the theremin 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 The Mojo Men to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 H. Thieme. All the underground hits.
All Gang Green tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron 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 clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
8 Eyed Spy,
Country Teasers,
Lungfish,
The J.B.'s,
The Martian,
Second Layer,
Yazoo,
Infiniti,
Rosa Yemen,
Buzzcocks,
Barrington Levy,
Traffic Nightmare,
Boz Scaggs,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ice-T,
Joyce Sims,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Alarm Clocks,
Minnie Riperton,
Lebanon Hanover,
cv313,
Vladislav Delay,
Hoover,
Sarah Menescal,
The Pretty Things,
Ornette Coleman,
Archie Shepp,
Dorothy Ashby,
Radiopuhelimet,
Janne Schatter,
Brothers Johnson,
Matthew Bourne,
The Sonics,
MC5,
Stereo Dub,
R.M.O.,
Dawn Penn,
Faraquet,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gastr Del Sol,
Susan Cadogan,
The Flesh Eaters,
Crooked Eye,
T.S.O.L.,
Drive Like Jehu,
Anakelly,
The Invisible,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lalann,
DNA,
Cameo,
Eden Ahbez,
The Fortunes,
Bush Tetras,
Hasil Adkins,
Lou Reed,
Stetsasonic,
John Foxx,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Mantronix,
Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango.
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.