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 Antigua and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 10cc to the disco 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 The Gun Club. All the underground hits.
All The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cybotron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe 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 chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Moon,
Kerrie Biddell,
Donald Byrd,
Crooked Eye,
The Blues Magoos,
The Selecter,
Marvin Gaye,
Sällskapet,
The Skatalites,
Fela Kuti,
Howard Jones,
Scientists,
Man Parrish,
Agitation Free,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Godley & Creme,
Lower 48,
The Sound,
Delta 5,
Clear Light,
Peter & Gordon,
Little Man,
Charles Mingus,
Surgeon,
New Age Steppers,
Harry Pussy,
Ossler,
48th St. Collective,
Stockholm Monsters,
Eve St. Jones,
Pylon,
Parry Music,
Animal Collective,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Erykah Badu,
The Pop Group,
The Blackbyrds,
Robert Wyatt,
The Fire Engines,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bootsy Collins,
Outsiders,
Todd Terry,
The Cure,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Laurel Aitken,
Easy Going,
Buzzcocks,
Nils Olav,
Funkadelic,
Pere Ubu,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Joy Division,
Deakin,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Pharoah Sanders,
Crispy Ambulance,
Quadrant,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Skaos,
Joey Negro,
Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan.
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.