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 Uganda and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Mr. Review to the rap 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 Silicon Teens. All the underground hits.
All Bush Tetras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lizzy Mercier Descloux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe 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 guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Second Layer,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Grey Daturas,
Nik Kershaw,
Lakeside,
Glenn Branca,
Von Mondo,
Simply Red,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gichy Dan,
Cecil Taylor,
John Holt,
FM Einheit,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Shoche,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gil Scott Heron,
Blake Baxter,
Newcleus,
Terrestrial Tones,
Alice Coltrane,
Gang Gang Dance,
Negative Approach,
Arthur Verocai,
The Skatalites,
Eli Mardock,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Clear Light,
The Mummies,
Ronnie Foster,
The Pop Group,
Soul II Soul,
Ken Boothe,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Fela Kuti,
Sparks,
The Busters,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Agent Orange,
Youth Brigade,
Hasil Adkins,
Judy Mowatt,
Dark Day,
Tim Buckley,
Aswad,
Kenny Larkin,
Organ,
One Last Wish,
Maleditus Sound,
Byron Stingily,
Dorothy Ashby,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Alarm Clocks,
Moby Grape,
The Seeds,
Livin' Joy,
Crash Course in Science,
Mo-Dettes,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Pere Ubu,
Eddi Front,
Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore.
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.