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 Denmark and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 marimba 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 10cc to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Kango’s Stein Massive. All the underground hits.
All Man Eating Sloth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Hutcherson 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar 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 clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Grauzone,
Panda Bear,
Nation of Ulysses,
One Last Wish,
Tears for Fears,
Angry Samoans,
Bad Manners,
Absolute Body Control,
Mantronix,
Swell Maps,
Silicon Teens,
Amon Düül II,
Rod Modell,
Animal Collective,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Birthday Party,
Vladislav Delay,
Das Ding,
Soft Cell,
B.T. Express,
Ponytail,
Wings,
Pantytec,
Marvin Gaye,
Young Marble Giants,
The New Christs,
Von Mondo,
Wasted Youth,
R.M.O.,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Count Five,
The Smoke,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Cameo,
Camouflage,
Dawn Penn,
The Toasters,
The Sound,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bush Tetras,
FM Einheit,
Banda Bassotti,
Big Daddy Kane,
Juan Atkins,
Mo-Dettes,
Chris & Cosey,
Japan,
Crash Course in Science,
Cybotron,
Michelle Simonal,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sugar Minott,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ossler,
Susan Cadogan,
Dead Boys,
Drexciya,
Letta Mbulu,
Mission of Burma,
Johnny Clarke,
The Motions, The Motions, The Motions, The Motions.
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.