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 Pakistan and from Beijing.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Seoul.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the oboe 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 Colin Newman to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Fuzztones. All the underground hits.
All B.T. Express tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every La Düsseldorf record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Arab on Radar,
Massinfluence,
Brothers Johnson,
The Divine Comedy,
Procol Harum,
Eric Dolphy,
Silicon Teens,
LL Cool J,
Cameo,
The Offenders,
Desert Stars,
Rufus Thomas,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Shoche,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
the Fania All-Stars,
Brand Nubian,
Archie Shepp,
Surgeon,
Gang Starr,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Martian,
Stereo Dub,
The Blackbyrds,
L. Decosne,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
It's A Beautiful Day,
Niagra,
Joyce Sims,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Throbbing Gristle,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Anakelly,
Suburban Knight,
The Misunderstood,
The Standells,
Warren Ellis,
Minnie Riperton,
Public Image Ltd.,
Heaven 17,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Nik Kershaw,
Eurythmics,
Newcleus,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Wings,
Prince Buster,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Johnny Clarke,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Moody Blues,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Young Rascals,
Carl Craig,
DJ Style,
The Zeros,
Severed Heads,
A Certain Ratio,
Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk.
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.