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 Palau and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Neu! to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 ABBA. All the underground hits.
All Supertramp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cabaret Voltaire 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe 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 theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Letta Mbulu,
Bill Wells,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Infiniti,
Thee Headcoats,
Piero Umiliani,
Eve St. Jones,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Donny Hathaway,
Goldenarms,
James White and The Blacks,
Jandek,
T. Rex,
The Sound,
Bootsy Collins,
Urselle,
Al Stewart,
Aloha Tigers,
Sister Nancy,
Aswad,
Ultra Naté,
Franke,
Kenny Larkin,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
DJ Style,
New York Dolls,
Theoretical Girls,
Hot Snakes,
Rosa Yemen,
Matthew Halsall,
The Gun Club,
Whodini,
Fad Gadget,
DJ Sneak,
Quantec,
Grandmaster Flash,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Gories,
Popol Vuh,
Yusef Lateef,
Black Bananas,
The Tremeloes,
Monolake,
Bauhaus,
Marine Girls,
Zapp,
Archie Shepp,
Underground Resistance,
Albert Ayler,
Alton Ellis,
Sonny Sharrock,
Prince Buster,
Jesper Dahlback,
Angry Samoans,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Janne Schatter,
Bobby Womack,
Silicon Teens,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gong,
Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside.
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.