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 Japan and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Kango’s Stein Massive to the funk 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 Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Wally Richardson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Parrish 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 an arpeggiator and a rhodes 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 guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pere Ubu,
Main Source,
The Zeros,
Scratch Acid,
Ossler,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Hashim,
Bobby Byrd,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Fall,
Thompson Twins,
The Smiths,
Scrapy,
Dark Day,
Rakim,
Scientists,
Erykah Badu,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ultra Naté,
Das Ding,
The J.B.'s,
Albert Ayler,
Franke,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Buzzcocks,
LL Cool J,
Wolf Eyes,
Andrew Hill,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ten City,
Oneida,
Delon & Dalcan,
T.S.O.L.,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Pantytec,
The Tremeloes,
Tom Boy,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Arthur Verocai,
Gil Scott Heron,
Y Pants,
Marmalade,
Nils Olav,
Masters at Work,
Blancmange,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Cramps,
Cecil Taylor,
Barry Ungar,
The Velvet Underground,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Mandrill,
The Dave Clark Five,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bill Wells,
Silicon Teens,
Nik Kershaw,
Brothers Johnson,
The Skatalites,
Circle Jerks,
Harpers Bizarre,
Q and Not U,
Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive.
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.