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 Haiti and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Paris.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Human League to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Monochrome Set. All the underground hits.
All Moebius tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Groovy Waters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 mellotron and a 808 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 chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Terry Callier,
Joy Division,
Ossler,
Glenn Branca,
The Stooges,
Lakeside,
Mad Mike,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Boz Scaggs,
Tommy Roe,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Cure,
Intrusion,
Sight & Sound,
Roxette,
The Seeds,
The Smoke,
The Barracudas,
Motorama,
Urselle,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Flamin' Groovies,
Colin Newman,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sister Nancy,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Beau Brummels,
Circle Jerks,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
La Düsseldorf,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Jimmy McGriff,
Country Teasers,
A Certain Ratio,
Ken Boothe,
Clear Light,
Grey Daturas,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Grandmaster Flash,
Mars,
Harmonia,
Mr. Review,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Kevin Saunderson,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Mo-Dettes,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Scrapy,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Misunderstood,
Quando Quango,
Duran Duran,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ice-T,
Amon Düül II,
Freddie Wadling,
Warsaw,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Pharoah Sanders,
Pagans, Pagans, Pagans, Pagans.
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.