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 Belarus and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the güiro 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 Ronnie Foster to the techno 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 the Fania All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All the Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Last Poets record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron 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 an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Associates,
Lebanon Hanover,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Searchers,
Pet Shop Boys,
Alton Ellis,
Freddie Wadling,
Junior Murvin,
Surgeon,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bad Manners,
Spandau Ballet,
Pharoah Sanders,
Terry Callier,
Amon Düül,
Pussy Galore,
Bill Wells,
John Foxx,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Isaac Hayes,
Marine Girls,
Sällskapet,
Soul II Soul,
the Soft Cell,
Pantytec,
Lakeside,
Crash Course in Science,
Mandrill,
the Association,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Pole,
The Moody Blues,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Jesper Dahlback,
James White and The Blacks,
Dead Boys,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Soft Cell,
Pylon,
Joe Smooth,
Sonic Youth,
Royal Trux,
Maurizio,
Derrick Morgan,
Excepter,
Rod Modell,
H. Thieme,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Tubeway Army,
AZ,
Warsaw,
Absolute Body Control,
Cymande,
Skaos,
Marmalade,
Girls At Our Best!,
Judy Mowatt,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Evens,
Kenny Larkin,
Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow.
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.