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 Latvia and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 sitar 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 Average White Band to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All The Doors tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Barracudas 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet 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 sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar 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?
Royal Trux,
Ken Boothe,
Babytalk,
the Fania All-Stars,
David McCallum,
Inner City,
Charles Mingus,
Hot Snakes,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Alison Limerick,
ABC,
Bill Near,
Funky Four + One,
Erykah Badu,
The Vogues,
Organ,
Lower 48,
Derrick May,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Anthony Braxton,
Ronan,
Cluster,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Barrington Levy,
JFA,
Nation of Ulysses,
DNA,
X-101,
Underground Resistance,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Al Stewart,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sixth Finger,
Theoretical Girls,
Basic Channel,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Smoke,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Tim Buckley,
Amon Düül II,
Lucky Dragons,
Throbbing Gristle,
Scion,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Fire Engines,
the Association,
Motorama,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Pussy Galore,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The American Breed,
The Remains,
Scientists,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Marc Almond,
Joe Finger,
Stockholm Monsters,
Severed Heads,
Peter and Kerry,
Howard Jones,
These Immortal Souls,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks.
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.