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 Italy and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Pole to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Roxette. All the underground hits.
All Oppenheimer Analysis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minnie Riperton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 808 and a snare 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 clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gories,
The Seeds,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Boz Scaggs,
Grandmaster Flash,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Stooges,
Lou Christie,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Zeros,
Interpol,
Suicide,
Gang Green,
Peter & Gordon,
Model 500,
China Crisis,
Faraquet,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lungfish,
kango's stein massive,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Alison Limerick,
DJ Style,
Niagra,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Shuggie Otis,
Andrew Hill,
Arab on Radar,
Max Romeo,
Pierre Henry,
Vainqueur,
Toni Rubio,
Crispian St. Peters,
Porter Ricks,
Basic Channel,
John Coltrane,
Lakeside,
Boredoms,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sugar Minott,
The Leaves,
Monks,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Mars,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Iggy Pop,
Stereo Dub,
The Happenings,
Joensuu 1685,
Blossom Toes,
The Gladiators,
The Raincoats,
Gang of Four,
Prince Buster,
Donald Byrd,
Con Funk Shun,
Oneida,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Camouflage,
Matthew Bourne,
Young Marble Giants,
Sparks, Sparks, Sparks, Sparks.
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.