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 Zambia and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
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 Junior Murvin to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity. All the underground hits.
All Crispy Ambulance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Newcleus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythm & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Fear,
Outsiders,
Drexciya,
Main Source,
Heaven 17,
These Immortal Souls,
The Detroit Cobras,
Theoretical Girls,
Stetsasonic,
Wolf Eyes,
Moss Icon,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Television,
Althea and Donna,
Magma,
The Neon Judgement,
Bobby Sherman,
Bad Manners,
ABBA,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sällskapet,
Accadde A,
Von Mondo,
The Human League,
Flipper,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Mars,
OOIOO,
Sonic Youth,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Dirtbombs,
Funky Four + One,
Blancmange,
Eve St. Jones,
Aswad,
Pulsallama,
the Fania All-Stars,
U.S. Maple,
Supertramp,
DJ Style,
Metal Thangz,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Whodini,
L. Decosne,
Black Flag,
The Gladiators,
Angry Samoans,
The Gories,
Mandrill,
Urselle,
The Cramps,
The Red Krayola,
Shuggie Otis,
Kenny Larkin,
Spandau Ballet,
Crispy Ambulance,
Swans,
Lower 48,
Traffic Nightmare,
T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L..
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.