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 Slovenia and from Mumbai.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lille.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Danielle Patucci to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Reuben Wilson. All the underground hits.
All Sonic Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brick 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator 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 güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Goldenarms,
Black Flag,
Scan 7,
48th St. Collective,
Harmonia,
X-101,
Lalo Schifrin,
Iggy Pop,
The Walker Brothers,
Anthony Braxton,
Hasil Adkins,
Radio Birdman,
Crooked Eye,
Stereo Dub,
The Dave Clark Five,
Derrick Morgan,
Yusef Lateef,
The Knickerbockers,
Minnie Riperton,
The J.B.'s,
Boredoms,
Delta 5,
Maleditus Sound,
DJ Sneak,
Icehouse,
Hot Snakes,
The Martian,
Heaven 17,
kango's stein massive,
Sound Behaviour,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Modern Lovers,
Arthur Verocai,
Yellowson,
Babytalk,
Bush Tetras,
The Litter,
Lou Christie,
Joy Division,
Flipper,
Barbara Tucker,
Inner City,
Jawbox,
Essential Logic,
Reagan Youth,
The Slits,
Siglo XX,
One Last Wish,
Bizarre Inc.,
Chris Corsano,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Slick Rick,
Guru Guru,
Alphaville,
Youth Brigade,
Bobby Womack,
Lower 48,
Organ,
OOIOO,
Accadde A,
Letta Mbulu,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell.
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.