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 Costa Rica and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 guitar 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 K-Klass to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 June Days. All the underground hits.
All Dead Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy Collins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet 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 arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unrelated Segments,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gregory Isaacs,
Japan,
Ossler,
Godley & Creme,
Siglo XX,
JFA,
Yazoo,
Neil Young,
Bob Dylan,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Marc Almond,
David Bowie,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Quantec,
June of 44,
This Heat,
Yellowson,
Hashim,
Wally Richardson,
Andrew Hill,
One Last Wish,
Boogie Down Productions,
Oneida,
Peter & Gordon,
Black Sheep,
The Associates,
Electric Prunes,
Von Mondo,
Surgeon,
The Sonics,
Saccharine Trust,
The Dave Clark Five,
New Age Steppers,
Electric Light Orchestra,
UT,
Q65,
Television,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Second Layer,
Mary Jane Girls,
Mission of Burma,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Music Machine,
X-Ray Spex,
Scott Walker,
Pantaleimon,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Stiv Bators,
Deakin,
Lungfish,
Interpol,
Black Moon,
Boredoms,
The Saints,
Tres Demented,
The Beau Brummels,
Faust,
Stereo Dub,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Drexciya,
Visage, Visage, Visage, Visage.
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.