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 Uganda and from Bologna.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Clear Light to the techno 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 The Blackbyrds. All the underground hits.
All a-ha tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Buzzcocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro 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 linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camberwell Now,
Warsaw,
Morten Harket,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Jawbox,
The Real Kids,
The Smiths,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Raincoats,
Rekid,
Kerri Chandler,
Drexciya,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kevin Saunderson,
AZ,
The Dead C,
Heaven 17,
The Beau Brummels,
Wasted Youth,
Lou Reed,
Can,
Country Teasers,
Bang On A Can,
The Tremeloes,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Rites of Spring,
UT,
Arcadia,
Saccharine Trust,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Quantec,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Skriet,
Lungfish,
Harmonia,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Dark Day,
Gastr Del Sol,
Amazonics,
Parry Music,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Aaron Thompson,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Oneida,
Stockholm Monsters,
Yellowson,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Throbbing Gristle,
One Last Wish,
kango's stein massive,
Skarface,
Cluster,
Boredoms,
Sällskapet,
R.M.O.,
Porter Ricks,
Crispian St. Peters,
Masters at Work,
KRS-One,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Fugs,
Monolake,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus.
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.