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 Hungary and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Little Man to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sight & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Pet Shop Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lungfish 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 an oboe 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 spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sugar Minott,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Fat Boys,
Rod Modell,
Sexual Harrassment,
Los Fastidios,
The Last Poets,
CMW,
Popol Vuh,
The Black Dice,
Talk Talk,
Jandek,
Wings,
The J.B.'s,
Charles Mingus,
Jawbox,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
June of 44,
Dave Gahan,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Pole,
The Seeds,
D'Angelo,
Eyeless In Gaza,
U.S. Maple,
Reuben Wilson,
Ornette Coleman,
Infiniti,
Animal Collective,
Flamin' Groovies,
Tim Buckley,
Derrick May,
Derrick Morgan,
PIL,
OOIOO,
Groovy Waters,
Skriet,
Ken Boothe,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Zero Boys,
Joyce Sims,
The Gories,
The Star Department,
10cc,
Porter Ricks,
Liliput,
Black Sheep,
The Barracudas,
Gang Starr,
Hasil Adkins,
Marvin Gaye,
Jacob Miller,
Moby Grape,
Dual Sessions,
T. Rex,
Lyres,
Barrington Levy,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Flipper,
Duran Duran,
Lou Reed,
Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo.
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.