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 Switzerland and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 London and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Q and Not U to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Morten Harket. All the underground hits.
All Selector Dub Narcotic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thee Headcoats 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba 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 arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television,
Dual Sessions,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Nils Olav,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ronan,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Cameo,
The Mummies,
The Martian,
Metal Thangz,
The Selecter,
Mo-Dettes,
The Pretty Things,
MC5,
Eric Copeland,
Section 25,
Arthur Verocai,
New York Dolls,
Joyce Sims,
Camouflage,
Lower 48,
DJ Sneak,
Camberwell Now,
Shoche,
Warren Ellis,
Juan Atkins,
Fluxion,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Marine Girls,
Motorama,
L. Decosne,
Kas Product,
Suicide,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Rosa Yemen,
Crooked Eye,
D'Angelo,
the Sonics,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Stetsasonic,
Rekid,
Soft Machine,
Soul II Soul,
the Germs,
The Barracudas,
The Pop Group,
Charles Mingus,
Pere Ubu,
Radio Birdman,
John Holt,
The Kinks,
Flipper,
The Tremeloes,
Los Fastidios,
The Fire Engines,
Sound Behaviour,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Erykah Badu,
The Invisible,
Ken Boothe,
Sparks, Sparks, Sparks, Sparks.
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.