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 Burundi and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Jeff Lynne to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Velvet Underground. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy's Rubber Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rotary Connection record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum 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 harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anthony Braxton,
Sonny Sharrock,
John Foxx,
The Evens,
Sun City Girls,
The Sonics,
Panda Bear,
One Last Wish,
B.T. Express,
The Leaves,
Vainqueur,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Shuggie Otis,
Ten City,
The Fortunes,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Shoche,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Camberwell Now,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
New Age Steppers,
Jacob Miller,
Dave Gahan,
Suburban Knight,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Eric B and Rakim,
Mission of Burma,
The Gories,
Roy Ayers,
Alison Limerick,
Livin' Joy,
Minutemen,
Curtis Mayfield,
Moby Grape,
Whodini,
Ultra Naté,
Yaz,
The Mummies,
Khruangbin,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pussy Galore,
Terry Callier,
Soft Cell,
DJ Sneak,
Ultravox,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Carl Craig,
Tim Buckley,
ABBA,
The Birthday Party,
Danielle Patucci,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Star Department,
Wire,
The Doobie Brothers,
Country Teasers,
Hardrive,
Agent Orange,
Hasil Adkins,
Skarface,
Stiv Bators,
Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal.
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.