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 Suriname and from Johannesburg.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Seeds 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 Aural Exciters. All the underground hits.
All Flash Fearless tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an oboe and a guitar 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 marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Susan Cadogan,
Dave Gahan,
Ralphi Rosario,
Maleditus Sound,
B.T. Express,
Joe Finger,
The Black Dice,
John Holt,
Brick,
Toni Rubio,
Roxy Music,
Idris Muhammad,
Skriet,
Swans,
Echospace,
Jimmy McGriff,
Kurtis Blow,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Fat Boys,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Jandek,
Negative Approach,
Lucky Dragons,
Jeff Mills,
Babytalk,
Kerrie Biddell,
Vladislav Delay,
Blossom Toes,
Black Pus,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Thee Headcoats,
Desert Stars,
Tears for Fears,
KRS-One,
The Fall,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sällskapet,
The Raincoats,
Marc Almond,
Godley & Creme,
Lee Hazlewood,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Stockholm Monsters,
Kenny Larkin,
Andrew Hill,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Invisible,
The Fortunes,
Hoover,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bobby Byrd,
Soft Cell,
Drive Like Jehu,
Reagan Youth,
Avey Tare,
Eli Mardock,
Sun Ra,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith.
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.