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 Netherlands and from Portland.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 snare 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 The Invisible to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Technova. All the underground hits.
All Lafayette Afro Rock Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every London Community Gospel Choir record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba 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 harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Bowie,
The Star Department,
Japan,
Roxy Music,
Electric Prunes,
The Pretty Things,
Joey Negro,
the Bar-Kays,
Black Bananas,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Angry Samoans,
Fatback Band,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Excepter,
Alton Ellis,
The Birthday Party,
Rufus Thomas,
Junior Murvin,
Ice-T,
The Techniques,
Hardrive,
Harpers Bizarre,
Rhythm & Sound,
Chrome,
Josef K,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Fire Engines,
Lou Reed,
Section 25,
Soul Sonic Force,
Yaz,
Camberwell Now,
Barclay James Harvest,
Los Fastidios,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ituana,
Mark Hollis,
Suburban Knight,
Duran Duran,
Cecil Taylor,
The New Christs,
Amazonics,
The Detroit Cobras,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sexual Harrassment,
Hasil Adkins,
kango's stein massive,
The Dead C,
Magma,
Gang Gang Dance,
EPMD,
Derrick May,
The Motions,
Jerry's Kids,
The Fall,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Q65,
Dennis Brown,
Brass Construction,
Jeff Mills,
Crispian St. Peters,
Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick.
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.