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 Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 organ 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 Matthew Halsall to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 June of 44. All the underground hits.
All Yazoo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers Ubiquity 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare 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 arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
China Crisis,
Judy Mowatt,
Circle Jerks,
The Kinks,
MDC,
Magazine,
Bill Near,
The Velvet Underground,
Ice-T,
Henry Cow,
The Dave Clark Five,
Drive Like Jehu,
Hardrive,
Yazoo,
Heaven 17,
Frankie Knuckles,
Royal Trux,
Section 25,
Duran Duran,
UT,
Spandau Ballet,
Kaleidoscope,
Alton Ellis,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Fort Wilson Riot,
JFA,
The Vogues,
Essential Logic,
Second Layer,
Wally Richardson,
The Blackbyrds,
Blossom Toes,
Ten City,
Q65,
CMW,
Donald Byrd,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sällskapet,
Camouflage,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Spoonie Gee,
Ludus,
Slave,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Severed Heads,
Charles Mingus,
The New Christs,
The Fortunes,
Lightning Bolt,
Surgeon,
48th St. Collective,
Lou Christie,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Nation of Ulysses,
Joey Negro,
The Beau Brummels,
Model 500,
Tears for Fears,
The Gories,
Donny Hathaway,
Pantytec,
The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five.
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.