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 Greece and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Music Machine to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Malaria!. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott Heron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jimmy McGriff 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum 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 linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barrington Levy,
Terrestrial Tones,
Eve St. Jones,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bizarre Inc.,
Boredoms,
Ossler,
Roxy Music,
John Foxx,
Youth Brigade,
Delta 5,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Delon & Dalcan,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Trojans,
Ludus,
Stiv Bators,
Warsaw,
The Victims,
Accadde A,
Eden Ahbez,
Magma,
The Move,
Arab on Radar,
Soft Machine,
The Leaves,
Slave,
Wire,
Joy Division,
Blake Baxter,
The Mummies,
The Cure,
Bluetip,
Sexual Harrassment,
a-ha,
Sister Nancy,
Radiopuhelimet,
the Association,
48th St. Collective,
Camberwell Now,
Deepchord,
The Techniques,
Index,
Yusef Lateef,
the Bar-Kays,
Moss Icon,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
New York Dolls,
David Bowie,
Sonic Youth,
Stockholm Monsters,
Goldenarms,
Gabor Szabo,
Y Pants,
Anakelly,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Gladiators,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Misunderstood,
Bobby Womack,
Harpers Bizarre,
Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter.
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.