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 Cameroon and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the 808 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 Kurtis Blow to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Eric B and Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Todd Terry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dual Sessions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator 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 güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Cybotron,
The Gap Band,
Stetsasonic,
Brand Nubian,
Black Sheep,
Roger Hodgson,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Cure,
Janne Schatter,
The Grass Roots,
The Five Americans,
The Gun Club,
Alphaville,
Magazine,
Unwound,
Simply Red,
Marshall Jefferson,
Fad Gadget,
The Walker Brothers,
Duran Duran,
Tres Demented,
Metal Thangz,
Pere Ubu,
Jeff Lynne,
Black Flag,
China Crisis,
Sound Behaviour,
Soft Machine,
The Monks,
the Germs,
Von Mondo,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gabor Szabo,
The Angels of Light,
Adolescents,
John Foxx,
The New Christs,
Mark Hollis,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Camberwell Now,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Surgeon,
Siglo XX,
The Sound,
Quando Quango,
Black Pus,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Liliput,
Masters at Work,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Marc Almond,
James White and The Blacks,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Hot Snakes,
Roxette,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gichy Dan,
Amon Düül II,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.