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 Malta and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the güiro 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 Sun Ra 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 Matthew Halsall. All the underground hits.
All Vainqueur tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Womack record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 snare 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 spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shuggie Otis,
The Remains,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Scion,
Kayak,
Eurythmics,
Eric Dolphy,
Sällskapet,
This Heat,
Nick Fraelich,
Jerry's Kids,
the Human League,
London Community Gospel Choir,
New York Dolls,
Brothers Johnson,
Soft Machine,
Hoover,
The Durutti Column,
Robert Hood,
Marc Almond,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Slits,
Piero Umiliani,
Camouflage,
Iggy Pop,
Ultimate Spinach,
DJ Style,
Pere Ubu,
Los Fastidios,
Byron Stingily,
Masters at Work,
Technova,
Agent Orange,
The Fortunes,
Clear Light,
Cal Tjader,
Steve Hackett,
48th St. Collective,
Grey Daturas,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Harmonia,
The Music Machine,
Dennis Brown,
The Selecter,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Fire Engines,
Parry Music,
Soft Cell,
FM Einheit,
Hardrive,
Wolf Eyes,
Qualms,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
David Bowie,
Dark Day,
Susan Cadogan,
Lightning Bolt,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.