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 Haiti and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Barbara Tucker to the rap 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 Joy Division. All the underground hits.
All Grey Daturas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Modern Lovers 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ 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 theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ronnie Foster,
Los Fastidios,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bobby Sherman,
The Monochrome Set,
Mo-Dettes,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Golliwogs,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bizarre Inc.,
Thee Headcoats,
Grauzone,
Gichy Dan,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Count Five,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Jacques Brel,
E-Dancer,
Howard Jones,
The Smiths,
The Detroit Cobras,
Joe Smooth,
Max Romeo,
Fatback Band,
The Residents,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Invisible,
The Trojans,
The Gladiators,
The Tremeloes,
Tropical Tobacco,
Heaven 17,
Agent Orange,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Quando Quango,
Bill Wells,
Mark Hollis,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Livin' Joy,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Eric B and Rakim,
Yazoo,
The Fortunes,
Second Layer,
Connie Case,
Moebius,
Section 25,
The Black Dice,
Zapp,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Don Cherry,
Barry Ungar,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ash Ra Tempel,
One Last Wish,
Aural Exciters,
Mary Jane Girls,
Interpol,
The Barracudas,
Lindisfarne,
Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler.
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.