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 Eritrea and from Mumbai.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Crispian St. Peters to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Neil Young. All the underground hits.
All Man Eating Sloth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerrie Biddell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 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 chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tropical Tobacco,
Brothers Johnson,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Connie Case,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Chrome,
Eddi Front,
Jacob Miller,
Barclay James Harvest,
Warren Ellis,
Loose Ends,
L. Decosne,
Con Funk Shun,
This Heat,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Gories,
Banda Bassotti,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Victims,
Boredoms,
Don Cherry,
Stockholm Monsters,
the Fania All-Stars,
UT,
Danielle Patucci,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Young Rascals,
Marmalade,
John Cale,
R.M.O.,
Hoover,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Searchers,
Neu!,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Organ,
In Retrospect,
T. Rex,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bauhaus,
The Move,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Minnie Riperton,
Black Flag,
The Slackers,
Alice Coltrane,
Gerry Rafferty,
Little Man,
48th St. Collective,
Tim Buckley,
Yusef Lateef,
Black Bananas,
Rufus Thomas,
Max Romeo,
Eurythmics,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lyres,
Derrick May,
Grey Daturas,
Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.
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.