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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the guitar 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 Juan Atkins to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 X-101. All the underground hits.
All The Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jimmy McGriff 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin 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 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kaleidoscope,
Matthew Bourne,
Judy Mowatt,
Minnie Riperton,
Accadde A,
Crime,
Gang of Four,
Roxette,
The Human League,
Moby Grape,
The Victims,
KRS-One,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pantytec,
Sugar Minott,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
David McCallum,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Icehouse,
Warren Ellis,
The Music Machine,
Robert Görl,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Slave,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Black Moon,
The Alarm Clocks,
Slick Rick,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bizarre Inc.,
R.M.O.,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Birthday Party,
La Düsseldorf,
Barbara Tucker,
Grey Daturas,
Bad Manners,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Monochrome Set,
Hardrive,
Quantec,
Angry Samoans,
L. Decosne,
Warsaw,
Rapeman,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
June Days,
Spandau Ballet,
Procol Harum,
Little Man,
The Beau Brummels,
The American Breed,
Alice Coltrane,
June of 44,
The Electric Prunes,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Dirtbombs,
The Fortunes,
Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell.
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.