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 Belarus and from Lyon.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 güiro 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 Eli Mardock to the grime 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 Sexual Harrassment. All the underground hits.
All Monolake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q and Not U record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer 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 clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
the Sonics,
Slick Rick,
Youth Brigade,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sex Pistols,
Intrusion,
Saccharine Trust,
Quadrant,
Dual Sessions,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Angels of Light,
Ultravox,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Residents,
Toni Rubio,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Busters,
H. Thieme,
Negative Approach,
The Mummies,
Sparks,
Archie Shepp,
Index,
AZ,
The Misunderstood,
Babytalk,
Jacob Miller,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Country Teasers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Peter & Gordon,
Slave,
The Modern Lovers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Black Moon,
Gang of Four,
Lou Reed,
Make Up,
Clear Light,
Angry Samoans,
Symarip,
Sexual Harrassment,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Aural Exciters,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Unrelated Segments,
Monks,
Kool Moe Dee,
Rufus Thomas,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Roger Hodgson,
Lebanon Hanover,
PIL,
Underground Resistance,
Eric Copeland,
Minnie Riperton,
The Wake,
Soft Cell,
Juan Atkins,
Be Bop Deluxe,
MC5, MC5, MC5, MC5.
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.