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 Qatar and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe 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 The Vogues 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 Agent Orange. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker + Sunn O))) tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wally Richardson 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Babytalk,
Toni Rubio,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Victims,
ABC,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Gap Band,
Young Marble Giants,
Ken Boothe,
Amon Düül,
Bill Wells,
Kaleidoscope,
Barrington Levy,
The Beau Brummels,
The Durutti Column,
Scion,
Liliput,
Dawn Penn,
Robert Wyatt,
The Real Kids,
Donny Hathaway,
The Divine Comedy,
Lee Hazlewood,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The United States of America,
Todd Rundgren,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Quadrant,
Mr. Review,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kerri Chandler,
Al Stewart,
Quantec,
Arcadia,
Skarface,
Steve Hackett,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Matthew Halsall,
Jawbox,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bronski Beat,
The Walker Brothers,
The Wake,
Bang On A Can,
Yazoo,
The Dead C,
Cybotron,
Arab on Radar,
Section 25,
Gong,
Swans,
John Foxx,
Technova,
Parry Music,
Janne Schatter,
Black Moon,
Grandmaster Flash,
Black Pus,
Sugar Minott,
Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth.
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.