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 Azerbaijan and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 chamberlin 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 UT to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Kool Moe Dee. All the underground hits.
All X-Ray Spex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Vogues 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin 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 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Excepter,
Janne Schatter,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Slackers,
Peter and Kerry,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
MDC,
Lou Reed,
Ludus,
The Gap Band,
The Saints,
Camouflage,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Alton Ellis,
Technova,
Joey Negro,
Maurizio,
One Last Wish,
In Retrospect,
June Days,
Section 25,
Dawn Penn,
Radiohead,
Kas Product,
The Knickerbockers,
Liliput,
Blake Baxter,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Minor Threat,
Hoover,
Fear,
Kayak,
The Beau Brummels,
Marvin Gaye,
the Slits,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Litter,
The Electric Prunes,
The Modern Lovers,
Yellowson,
Arthur Verocai,
The American Breed,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Mad Mike,
Absolute Body Control,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The United States of America,
Howard Jones,
Morten Harket,
Scan 7,
Nik Kershaw,
The Move,
Das Ding,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Dark Day,
The Mojo Men,
Roxy Music,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gichy Dan,
Stereo Dub,
The Velvet Underground,
Reagan Youth,
Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane.
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.