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 Equatorial Guinea and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the linndrum 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 The Tremeloes to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Bobbi Humphrey. All the underground hits.
All The Neon Judgement tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Leaves record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes 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?
The Dead C,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ronan,
Section 25,
The American Breed,
Icehouse,
The Moody Blues,
Marvin Gaye,
The United States of America,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Moebius,
Todd Rundgren,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Babytalk,
New Order,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Brothers Johnson,
Yellowson,
Joey Negro,
Big Daddy Kane,
OOIOO,
The Divine Comedy,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Grey Daturas,
Excepter,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Al Stewart,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
EPMD,
Aaron Thompson,
Bauhaus,
B.T. Express,
Half Japanese,
F. McDonald,
Masters at Work,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
James White and The Blacks,
China Crisis,
Surgeon,
Drive Like Jehu,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Scratch Acid,
Howard Jones,
Bill Near,
Jeff Lynne,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ultravox,
Public Enemy,
The Misunderstood,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Wasted Youth,
JFA,
Pulsallama,
Sight & Sound,
Model 500,
Fatback Band,
The Vogues,
Buzzcocks,
Gong, Gong, Gong, Gong.
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.