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 France and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Echospace to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Max Romeo. All the underground hits.
All The Invisible tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Pus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes 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 spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Public Enemy,
F. McDonald,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Divine Comedy,
Joensuu 1685,
Arcadia,
Jandek,
The Raincoats,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Excepter,
Lower 48,
Soul II Soul,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
a-ha,
Duran Duran,
New Age Steppers,
48th St. Collective,
Organ,
Rites of Spring,
Eli Mardock,
This Heat,
Leonard Cohen,
Hasil Adkins,
Tears for Fears,
The J.B.'s,
David McCallum,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Dave Clark Five,
Slick Rick,
Schoolly D,
L. Decosne,
Arab on Radar,
Nirvana,
Metal Thangz,
Man Parrish,
Marine Girls,
Motorama,
James White and The Blacks,
Lalann,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Vogues,
Popol Vuh,
Crooked Eye,
Ultra Naté,
Hoover,
Sarah Menescal,
Neil Young,
Colin Newman,
New Order,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Symarip,
The Cure,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bob Dylan,
Anthony Braxton,
Crispy Ambulance,
Talk Talk,
The Mojo Men,
Harpers Bizarre,
Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case.
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.