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 Estonia and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Little Man 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 Ten City. All the underground hits.
All Gabor Szabo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin 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 guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barrington Levy,
the Human League,
John Foxx,
U.S. Maple,
the Slits,
The Modern Lovers,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Andrew Hill,
Liliput,
Simply Red,
Black Flag,
Q and Not U,
The Shadows of Knight,
Public Enemy,
Arab on Radar,
Gastr Del Sol,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Desert Stars,
Radio Birdman,
Lou Reed,
Cymande,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Angels of Light,
Alison Limerick,
Lower 48,
Robert Hood,
The Barracudas,
Talk Talk,
Icehouse,
Sight & Sound,
Bronski Beat,
Eurythmics,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Colin Newman,
The Toasters,
Urselle,
Derrick Morgan,
Banda Bassotti,
Monolake,
Lungfish,
Bobby Byrd,
Wolf Eyes,
AZ,
The Five Americans,
Tomorrow,
Au Pairs,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
B.T. Express,
John Holt,
The Standells,
LL Cool J,
Hot Snakes,
DNA,
The Blackbyrds,
Trumans Water,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Slick Rick,
Cecil Taylor,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sound Behaviour,
New Order,
Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish.
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.