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 Kosovo and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the sitar 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 Skatalites to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Stetsasonic. All the underground hits.
All Clear Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fifty Foot Hose 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron 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 snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harmonia,
Throbbing Gristle,
Faust,
Idris Muhammad,
Vainqueur,
Qualms,
Grey Daturas,
This Heat,
Dennis Brown,
Blancmange,
New York Dolls,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Saints,
Gichy Dan,
Arthur Verocai,
Marcia Griffiths,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Marvin Gaye,
Swell Maps,
Popol Vuh,
The Remains,
Hashim,
The Flesh Eaters,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Pop Group,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Zapp,
Bronski Beat,
Nico,
Jacob Miller,
The Monks,
Eden Ahbez,
Nirvana,
Boz Scaggs,
Visage,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Anthony Braxton,
Joe Finger,
Max Romeo,
Scrapy,
The Grass Roots,
The Raincoats,
David Axelrod,
Brass Construction,
X-Ray Spex,
Bobby Byrd,
Leonard Cohen,
The Dirtbombs,
Joy Division,
Derrick May,
The Cure,
The Fall,
Alton Ellis,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Youth Brigade,
Altered Images,
The Invisible,
The Star Department,
Delta 5,
Pagans,
June Days,
The Slits,
Tres Demented,
Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey.
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.