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 Iran and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the oboe 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 Television Personalities to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Dead Boys. All the underground hits.
All Little Man tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Copeland record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar 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 guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Pussy Galore,
UT,
The Slits,
Mark Hollis,
Piero Umiliani,
Rotary Connection,
Deadbeat,
The Invisible,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The New Christs,
Kerri Chandler,
Make Up,
Eric Dolphy,
JFA,
Bang On A Can,
Bobby Byrd,
Au Pairs,
Crispy Ambulance,
Black Bananas,
Mantronix,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gong,
Colin Newman,
Sister Nancy,
Man Parrish,
Sexual Harrassment,
Smog,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Joe Finger,
Susan Cadogan,
Cameo,
The Doors,
Howard Jones,
Lucky Dragons,
David Axelrod,
The Tremeloes,
CMW,
Roy Ayers,
Saccharine Trust,
Buzzcocks,
Deakin,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Moody Blues,
Quantec,
The Cure,
Peter & Gordon,
Tears for Fears,
EPMD,
Country Teasers,
Ludus,
Soul II Soul,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Sound,
Pere Ubu,
Popol Vuh,
Harry Pussy,
Rakim,
Sam Rivers,
Delon & Dalcan,
Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül.
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.