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 Serbia and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Winnipeg.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba 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 Suicide to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 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 organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mark Hollis,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Vainqueur,
Bluetip,
Janne Schatter,
The Beau Brummels,
Sexual Harrassment,
Swell Maps,
The Names,
K-Klass,
The Cramps,
Arthur Verocai,
The Doobie Brothers,
Yazoo,
The Barracudas,
The Five Americans,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
cv313,
Skaos,
Eric Dolphy,
The Victims,
The Selecter,
The Slackers,
The Zeros,
The Divine Comedy,
Fela Kuti,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Quadrant,
Eve St. Jones,
Bronski Beat,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Accadde A,
Big Daddy Kane,
ABBA,
Tropical Tobacco,
KRS-One,
The Searchers,
Porter Ricks,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bill Near,
The Mummies,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Flamin' Groovies,
Johnny Osbourne,
Eric B and Rakim,
X-102,
Yaz,
The Residents,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Outsiders,
Frankie Knuckles,
Spandau Ballet,
Fatback Band,
Harmonia,
Das Ding,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Wolf Eyes,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Buckinghams,
Robert Wyatt,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bill Wells,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
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.