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 Cambodia and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Taipei.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Scion. All the underground hits.
All Liliput tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultra Naté 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron 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 harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yellowson,
Au Pairs,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Cowsills,
Livin' Joy,
Arthur Verocai,
Marshall Jefferson,
CMW,
Hoover,
Smog,
Chrome,
Motorama,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Delon & Dalcan,
PIL,
The Martian,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Jimmy McGriff,
Surgeon,
Moss Icon,
Suburban Knight,
Thompson Twins,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Aloha Tigers,
Dead Boys,
Steve Hackett,
Icehouse,
These Immortal Souls,
Anthony Braxton,
Black Sheep,
Eden Ahbez,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Rites of Spring,
Depeche Mode,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Flamin' Groovies,
Camberwell Now,
Kenny Larkin,
The Toasters,
Leonard Cohen,
Pet Shop Boys,
Morten Harket,
Reagan Youth,
Crooked Eye,
Pharoah Sanders,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Aural Exciters,
Tommy Roe,
The Names,
Marcia Griffiths,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Liliput,
cv313,
Black Flag,
Little Man,
Underground Resistance,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Skaos,
Shoche,
Robert Görl,
Don Cherry,
Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick.
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.