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 Nauru and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 Woodstock and Edmonton.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Divine Comedy to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Skatalites. All the underground hits.
All Terror Squad Feat. Camron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DNA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro 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 güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Womack,
Harry Pussy,
Eve St. Jones,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Niagra,
Eric B and Rakim,
Leonard Cohen,
Althea and Donna,
Quadrant,
U.S. Maple,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Masters at Work,
Marvin Gaye,
Erykah Badu,
Lalann,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Blackbyrds,
Todd Terry,
The Smiths,
Sonic Youth,
Traffic Nightmare,
Dave Gahan,
Glenn Branca,
The Wake,
Sun Ra,
Alphaville,
Pet Shop Boys,
MDC,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Hashim,
Model 500,
Matthew Halsall,
Bill Wells,
The Stooges,
Soft Cell,
Johnny Clarke,
Byron Stingily,
X-101,
Dark Day,
Lou Reed,
Nik Kershaw,
The Velvet Underground,
Little Man,
Girls At Our Best!,
Crooked Eye,
Grey Daturas,
Mad Mike,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Star Department,
Cluster,
Henry Cow,
June Days,
Sight & Sound,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Theoretical Girls,
Absolute Body Control,
The Saints,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Rekid,
Rod Modell,
Echospace,
The Monochrome Set,
Mission of Burma,
Deakin,
Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers.
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.