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 Kenya and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 the Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cameo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camouflage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Fania All-Stars,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ohio Players,
Howard Jones,
The Knickerbockers,
Todd Terry,
Minutemen,
Boredoms,
Chris & Cosey,
Accadde A,
Stiv Bators,
AZ,
The Gories,
Grandmaster Flash,
Cecil Taylor,
The Sonics,
CMW,
Pierre Henry,
Patti Smith,
Mad Mike,
E-Dancer,
Scott Walker,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Modern Lovers,
Gang Green,
Sexual Harrassment,
Funkadelic,
One Last Wish,
Eve St. Jones,
Alison Limerick,
Maleditus Sound,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Fuzztones,
New Age Steppers,
Altered Images,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ossler,
Lucky Dragons,
Loose Ends,
X-101,
Prince Buster,
Guru Guru,
The Doors,
Brand Nubian,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Dirtbombs,
Deepchord,
Amon Düül II,
The Doobie Brothers,
Metal Thangz,
Tears for Fears,
The Slackers,
Eyeless In Gaza,
cv313,
Moss Icon,
Outsiders,
Scan 7,
Tom Boy,
The Searchers,
Gang of Four,
Lindisfarne,
Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya.
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.