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 Monaco and from Cairo.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Yusef Lateef to the jazz 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 The Fall. All the underground hits.
All T. Rex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord 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 organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
F. McDonald,
The Red Krayola,
Jeff Mills,
Byron Stingily,
Fela Kuti,
Babytalk,
Eric B and Rakim,
Marine Girls,
Bad Manners,
Bobby Womack,
Henry Cow,
Aaron Thompson,
48th St. Collective,
The Moleskins,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Pop Group,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ronan,
Amon Düül II,
Rod Modell,
Maleditus Sound,
Joyce Sims,
The Slits,
Wasted Youth,
Drexciya,
Jerry's Kids,
Marshall Jefferson,
Surgeon,
Joy Division,
Barbara Tucker,
Janne Schatter,
Crash Course in Science,
Darondo,
Lalo Schifrin,
Brothers Johnson,
Agent Orange,
Big Daddy Kane,
Masters at Work,
Crispian St. Peters,
Subhumans,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Birthday Party,
Fat Boys,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Boz Scaggs,
Gil Scott Heron,
Eric Copeland,
Avey Tare,
Jacques Brel,
Banda Bassotti,
Rekid,
Morten Harket,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
David Bowie,
E-Dancer,
Yaz,
Japan,
Lindisfarne,
Freddie Wadling,
Graham Central Station,
Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan.
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.