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 San Marino and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 arpeggiator 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 Gregory Isaacs to the grunge 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 Cluster. All the underground hits.
All Delon & Dalcan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vladislav Delay record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord 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 mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erykah Badu,
Pere Ubu,
Alice Coltrane,
Minnie Riperton,
Zero Boys,
The Selecter,
Ronnie Foster,
Television Personalities,
The Electric Prunes,
Tears for Fears,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Mojo Men,
The Happenings,
Symarip,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Carl Craig,
Black Flag,
Royal Trux,
Sonny Sharrock,
B.T. Express,
Absolute Body Control,
Prince Buster,
Motorama,
The Fuzztones,
The Alarm Clocks,
Wings,
Gichy Dan,
Ossler,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Radio Birdman,
Peter & Gordon,
Yusef Lateef,
Deadbeat,
Don Cherry,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Maurizio,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Roy Ayers,
Brothers Johnson,
Aural Exciters,
Angry Samoans,
Skarface,
The Dirtbombs,
Spandau Ballet,
Negative Approach,
The Raincoats,
Arcadia,
Janne Schatter,
Shoche,
Eve St. Jones,
David McCallum,
A Certain Ratio,
The Monks,
Livin' Joy,
Simply Red,
The Techniques,
Ronan,
Panda Bear,
Eric Dolphy,
Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies.
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.