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 Egypt and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Stiv Bators to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Das Ding. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Carl Craig record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar 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 organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Metal Thangz,
The Cowsills,
Masters at Work,
One Last Wish,
The Trojans,
Scion,
Harmonia,
U.S. Maple,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Evens,
Max Romeo,
Nirvana,
Alton Ellis,
Gichy Dan,
Andrew Hill,
Parry Music,
Carl Craig,
the Swans,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Dual Sessions,
The Zeros,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Roxette,
Easy Going,
ABBA,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Leaves,
Excepter,
Essential Logic,
The Doors,
Soul II Soul,
Interpol,
Piero Umiliani,
Black Bananas,
the Bar-Kays,
Pierre Henry,
Brick,
Shoche,
Yellowson,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Beasts of Bourbon,
L. Decosne,
The Mojo Men,
Stiv Bators,
The Wake,
E-Dancer,
The Blues Magoos,
Byron Stingily,
Severed Heads,
Laurel Aitken,
MDC,
Dave Gahan,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Kinks,
Jawbox,
Malaria!,
The United States of America,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls.
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.