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 Oman and from Lille.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Al Stewart to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Reuben Wilson. All the underground hits.
All Magazine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maurizio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin 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 snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quadrant,
The Doobie Brothers,
Max Romeo,
Clear Light,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gregory Isaacs,
Mars,
Faust,
The Moleskins,
Talk Talk,
The Divine Comedy,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Vogues,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Flesh Eaters,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Erykah Badu,
Vladislav Delay,
Can,
Piero Umiliani,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Brothers Johnson,
The Doors,
Khruangbin,
Lucky Dragons,
Bob Dylan,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sight & Sound,
Soul II Soul,
Television Personalities,
Amon Düül,
Todd Terry,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
MDC,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
the Sonics,
Traffic Nightmare,
LL Cool J,
Wally Richardson,
The Durutti Column,
The Blackbyrds,
Duran Duran,
Cluster,
The Invisible,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lakeside,
Yellowson,
Icehouse,
The Gladiators,
Spoonie Gee,
E-Dancer,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Black Dice,
X-101,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gong,
The American Breed,
Boredoms,
Harmonia,
Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai.
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.