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 Swaziland 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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Cairo.
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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Hoover to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All The New Christs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Divine Comedy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 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 arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Accadde A,
Soulsonic Force,
F. McDonald,
Schoolly D,
Black Pus,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Jerry's Kids,
The Evens,
Juan Atkins,
Eli Mardock,
Junior Murvin,
James White and The Blacks,
the Swans,
The Blackbyrds,
Barclay James Harvest,
Faraquet,
Unrelated Segments,
The Modern Lovers,
Archie Shepp,
Absolute Body Control,
Stiv Bators,
Q65,
Gil Scott Heron,
Wasted Youth,
Quadrant,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Basic Channel,
LL Cool J,
David McCallum,
X-Ray Spex,
Rites of Spring,
The Birthday Party,
Goldenarms,
Swans,
Donald Byrd,
the Fania All-Stars,
Tubeway Army,
Reagan Youth,
Pierre Henry,
The Names,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Buckinghams,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Barrington Levy,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Crispy Ambulance,
Neu!,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Main Source,
The Blues Magoos,
Youth Brigade,
Minor Threat,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Pop Group,
Kevin Saunderson,
Robert Wyatt,
The Fugs,
Donny Hathaway,
Vladislav Delay,
Toni Rubio,
Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal.
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.