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 Tajikistan and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Brick to the dance 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock. All the underground hits.
All Kings Of Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes 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 guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Bananas,
The Divine Comedy,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Jeru the Damaja,
Malaria!,
Jeff Lynne,
AZ,
Sonny Sharrock,
DJ Sneak,
Sam Rivers,
Das Ding,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Michelle Simonal,
Scan 7,
Bush Tetras,
John Cale,
Dark Day,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Girls At Our Best!,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Pop Group,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Model 500,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Five Americans,
The Fortunes,
Oneida,
The Offenders,
Cheater Slicks,
Accadde A,
the Human League,
Radiohead,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lindisfarne,
Jawbox,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Thompson Twins,
Soul II Soul,
New Order,
Gang Starr,
Crooked Eye,
Neu!,
Alphaville,
Joyce Sims,
The Standells,
Popol Vuh,
Kaleidoscope,
Zapp,
The Toasters,
Darondo,
The Vogues,
Sound Behaviour,
Anthony Braxton,
Warsaw,
Curtis Mayfield,
Cymande,
The Doors,
Aaron Thompson,
The Pretty Things,
Scrapy,
Marshall Jefferson,
Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson.
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.