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 Sudan and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Gichy Dan to the techno 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 Fat Boys. All the underground hits.
All Thompson Twins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin 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 oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boz Scaggs,
Sight & Sound,
Gang Green,
Isaac Hayes,
Tim Buckley,
Gastr Del Sol,
The New Christs,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Spandau Ballet,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Move,
Derrick May,
The Zeros,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sugar Minott,
Yaz,
Funkadelic,
Judy Mowatt,
Saccharine Trust,
Monolake,
Monks,
Junior Murvin,
the Slits,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Peter & Gordon,
Thompson Twins,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Kinks,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pierre Henry,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Stereo Dub,
The Walker Brothers,
New York Dolls,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Derrick Morgan,
Matthew Bourne,
Zapp,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Cure,
UT,
The Leaves,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Saints,
Lakeside,
Theoretical Girls,
Wire,
Brand Nubian,
Scrapy,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Misunderstood,
Gang of Four,
Heaven 17,
Letta Mbulu,
Howard Jones,
Rites of Spring,
Parry Music,
Section 25,
David McCallum,
Youth Brigade,
Faust,
Johnny Clarke,
Nik Kershaw,
Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division.
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.