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 Namibia and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Nas to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Scion. All the underground hits.
All Mo-Dettes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Curtis Mayfield record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin 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 chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heaven 17,
The Birthday Party,
Whodini,
Severed Heads,
Leonard Cohen,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Infiniti,
Shoche,
R.M.O.,
The Standells,
The Dead C,
Deepchord,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Beau Brummels,
Bill Wells,
Angry Samoans,
Silicon Teens,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Martian,
Minny Pops,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Grass Roots,
Traffic Nightmare,
Chris & Cosey,
Jerry Gold Smith,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Marvin Gaye,
Cal Tjader,
Section 25,
Sam Rivers,
Susan Cadogan,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Jeff Mills,
Johnny Clarke,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Donny Hathaway,
Matthew Bourne,
Prince Buster,
Soulsonic Force,
Crime,
Index,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Stetsasonic,
Swell Maps,
This Heat,
Quadrant,
Sex Pistols,
Technova,
Michelle Simonal,
The Velvet Underground,
David McCallum,
The Gun Club,
Faust,
Minnie Riperton,
Kayak,
Motorama,
The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds.
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.