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 South Sudan and from Bremen.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 Man Parrish to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Graham Central Station. All the underground hits.
All Aaron Thompson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barclay James Harvest record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
cv313,
Ronan,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Johnny Osbourne,
Surgeon,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Chris & Cosey,
Matthew Halsall,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Isaac Hayes,
The Searchers,
Janne Schatter,
Crispian St. Peters,
Nas,
Unrelated Segments,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Arcadia,
Vladislav Delay,
June of 44,
Liliput,
In Retrospect,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Crooked Eye,
Excepter,
Jeru the Damaja,
Black Moon,
48th St. Collective,
Black Sheep,
The Offenders,
Tres Demented,
The Skatalites,
Sugar Minott,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Mantronix,
Marvin Gaye,
The Birthday Party,
Eurythmics,
Soft Cell,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Monks,
Make Up,
Simply Red,
Arthur Verocai,
Fugazi,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Skarface,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sound Behaviour,
Gang of Four,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Organ,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Camouflage,
Tears for Fears,
Rites of Spring,
Eve St. Jones,
Parry Music,
Gichy Dan,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana.
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.