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 New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 Philadelphia and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Judy Mowatt to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago. All the underground hits.
All The Techniques tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Invisible 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin 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 chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Five Americans,
Don Cherry,
China Crisis,
Symarip,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Royal Trux,
Adolescents,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Michelle Simonal,
Janne Schatter,
Boz Scaggs,
the Swans,
The Modern Lovers,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Minor Threat,
10cc,
JFA,
The Angels of Light,
Dawn Penn,
Ralphi Rosario,
Charles Mingus,
Dual Sessions,
Cameo,
Grandmaster Flash,
Excepter,
John Foxx,
The Victims,
Thee Headcoats,
Pharoah Sanders,
Simply Red,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Joe Finger,
Minutemen,
The Techniques,
Robert Wyatt,
Quantec,
Banda Bassotti,
Popol Vuh,
Eric Dolphy,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Beau Brummels,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Motions,
Yazoo,
The Walker Brothers,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Cymande,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Mummies,
Swell Maps,
Wally Richardson,
John Cale,
Jeru the Damaja,
Khruangbin,
Q65,
Boogie Down Productions,
Roxette,
The Standells,
Fad Gadget,
Ultravox,
Magma,
Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd.
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.