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 Azerbaijan and from Manchester.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the oboe 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 Fad Gadget 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 Cheater Slicks. All the underground hits.
All David Axelrod tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ 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 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gories,
Cheater Slicks,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gang Gang Dance,
Todd Terry,
Marmalade,
The Fire Engines,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bobby Womack,
DNA,
the Association,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Au Pairs,
Todd Rundgren,
LL Cool J,
Bronski Beat,
Eli Mardock,
Cal Tjader,
Saccharine Trust,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Massinfluence,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Sonics,
Joensuu 1685,
Camouflage,
The Alarm Clocks,
Fugazi,
Boz Scaggs,
Depeche Mode,
Donald Byrd,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Girls At Our Best!,
F. McDonald,
Juan Atkins,
Neil Young,
June of 44,
Crispy Ambulance,
48th St. Collective,
Tubeway Army,
Goldenarms,
Arcadia,
T. Rex,
Ken Boothe,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Misunderstood,
Warsaw,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Kool Moe Dee,
FM Einheit,
R.M.O.,
Organ,
Henry Cow,
Letta Mbulu,
Deadbeat,
Altered Images,
Swell Maps,
Fat Boys,
The Litter,
Cymande, Cymande, Cymande, Cymande.
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.