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 France and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 clarinet 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 Monks to the electroclash 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 Boredoms. All the underground hits.
All Siglo XX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Essential Logic 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Wake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terrestrial Tones,
Unwound,
Make Up,
Donald Byrd,
Radiohead,
Sister Nancy,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Freddie Wadling,
Pole,
Dennis Brown,
Mandrill,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Spoonie Gee,
Davy DMX,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Hasil Adkins,
Peter and Kerry,
Inner City,
The Velvet Underground,
Thompson Twins,
Hashim,
T.S.O.L.,
Yazoo,
the Normal,
Matthew Halsall,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Flipper,
Grandmaster Flash,
Radio Birdman,
Malaria!,
Lungfish,
Joyce Sims,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Dead C,
Liliput,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Dorothy Ashby,
Intrusion,
The Barracudas,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Mojo Men,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The American Breed,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Cosmic Jokers,
David McCallum,
Television Personalities,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Eric Copeland,
Robert Hood,
The Smoke,
Pierre Henry,
Sparks,
Harry Pussy,
The Blackbyrds,
Quadrant,
Crispian St. Peters,
10cc,
Grauzone,
Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now.
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.