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 Vanuatu and from Bologna.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Neu! to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Selecter. All the underground hits.
All Pagans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pulsallama 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 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 linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magazine,
Marc Almond,
Massinfluence,
Carl Craig,
Robert Hood,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Wasted Youth,
Robert Wyatt,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lou Christie,
Bobby Womack,
Junior Murvin,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bush Tetras,
Sarah Menescal,
Cybotron,
The Birthday Party,
Lakeside,
David Axelrod,
Panda Bear,
Swell Maps,
Black Sheep,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lightning Bolt,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Von Mondo,
John Coltrane,
Bobby Byrd,
Lindisfarne,
Wolf Eyes,
Gabor Szabo,
Negative Approach,
Sandy B,
Unrelated Segments,
Dennis Brown,
Harmonia,
The Gun Club,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kurtis Blow,
New Order,
The Techniques,
Angry Samoans,
Tomorrow,
U.S. Maple,
Crispy Ambulance,
Loose Ends,
Boogie Down Productions,
Minny Pops,
The Golliwogs,
Basic Channel,
Nico,
Infiniti,
Pierre Henry,
Black Pus,
Neil Young,
The Blues Magoos,
Toni Rubio,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Mars,
June Days, June Days, June Days, June Days.
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.