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 Peru and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 marimba 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 Nik Kershaw to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Fear. All the underground hits.
All Richard Hell and the Voidoids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yazoo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an oboe and a clarinet 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 snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultra Naté,
The Golliwogs,
The Sound,
X-102,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Kinks,
Hoover,
Bill Near,
Junior Murvin,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Trojans,
the Normal,
the Human League,
Jawbox,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gastr Del Sol,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Scott Walker,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Charles Mingus,
Jesper Dahlback,
Graham Central Station,
Moss Icon,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pharoah Sanders,
David McCallum,
The Motions,
Oneida,
Stetsasonic,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Shuggie Otis,
The Blues Magoos,
John Foxx,
the Germs,
The Tremeloes,
Television Personalities,
Josef K,
The Neon Judgement,
Gang of Four,
Boogie Down Productions,
Radiohead,
Eurythmics,
Barrington Levy,
Idris Muhammad,
Adolescents,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gang Green,
Cecil Taylor,
Freddie Wadling,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Flesh Eaters,
Essential Logic,
ABC,
Janne Schatter,
DNA,
New Age Steppers,
Mo-Dettes,
Monolake,
New York Dolls,
Newcleus,
The Mojo Men,
Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can.
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.