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 Korea North and from Sao Paulo.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan to the rap 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 Newcleus. All the underground hits.
All Delta 5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gregory Isaacs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba 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 sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
June of 44,
Cymande,
Beasts of Bourbon,
China Crisis,
Alphaville,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Doors,
John Coltrane,
Rekid,
Swell Maps,
The Litter,
The Offenders,
Ituana,
Echospace,
Zero Boys,
Public Image Ltd.,
Arcadia,
Kerrie Biddell,
Surgeon,
Ice-T,
Black Moon,
Camberwell Now,
PIL,
The Black Dice,
Black Bananas,
The Golliwogs,
Pantytec,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Joyce Sims,
Davy DMX,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Martian,
Bobby Sherman,
Todd Rundgren,
Rosa Yemen,
Suburban Knight,
OOIOO,
Anakelly,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Peter and Kerry,
Harmonia,
Scientists,
The Blues Magoos,
Vainqueur,
The Busters,
X-Ray Spex,
Ronnie Foster,
Wasted Youth,
Ossler,
Oneida,
Adolescents,
The Human League,
The Red Krayola,
Harpers Bizarre,
10cc,
Quantec,
Half Japanese,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye.
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.