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 Tonga and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Echo & the Bunnymen to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ohio Players. All the underground hits.
All The Pop Group tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zero Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 güiro and a spring reverb 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 rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Skatalites,
Subhumans,
Lalann,
Amon Düül,
Hasil Adkins,
Animal Collective,
Kevin Saunderson,
Dark Day,
Piero Umiliani,
Nils Olav,
The Blackbyrds,
Brothers Johnson,
The Slackers,
Gong,
8 Eyed Spy,
Brand Nubian,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Symarip,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Camberwell Now,
Stockholm Monsters,
Fela Kuti,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Spandau Ballet,
The Gladiators,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Count Five,
Boogie Down Productions,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Kenny Larkin,
Aural Exciters,
The Knickerbockers,
The Misunderstood,
La Düsseldorf,
K-Klass,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
D'Angelo,
Glambeats Corp.,
Mantronix,
Cybotron,
Fear,
The Zeros,
Royal Trux,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Q65,
Erasure,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ossler,
Rotary Connection,
The Detroit Cobras,
Chrome,
June Days,
Albert Ayler,
Chris Corsano,
Talk Talk,
Saccharine Trust,
The Mummies,
The Associates,
Oblivians,
Bobby Byrd,
Icehouse,
Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas.
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.