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 Ireland and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Joy Division to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Q and Not U. All the underground hits.
All Mary Jane Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Techniques 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin 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 clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Soft Cell,
The Black Dice,
CMW,
Arab on Radar,
Terry Callier,
Buzzcocks,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Motions,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Vogues,
Colin Newman,
Electric Light Orchestra,
John Lydon,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gang Gang Dance,
Simply Red,
Lyres,
H. Thieme,
Max Romeo,
Con Funk Shun,
The Fuzztones,
Robert Görl,
the Association,
Matthew Halsall,
Joey Negro,
Frankie Knuckles,
Minor Threat,
Bush Tetras,
Iggy Pop,
Minnie Riperton,
The Dead C,
The Walker Brothers,
The Litter,
The Cramps,
JFA,
Cluster,
Quando Quango,
Scion,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Hasil Adkins,
Scientists,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Martian,
Yellowson,
Trumans Water,
Flash Fearless,
The Modern Lovers,
Crash Course in Science,
Fear,
Slick Rick,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Red Krayola,
A Certain Ratio,
Make Up,
Lindisfarne,
Young Marble Giants,
The Moody Blues,
Nils Olav,
X-Ray Spex,
Ice-T,
Letta Mbulu,
The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots.
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.