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 El Salvador and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Leaves to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Techniques. All the underground hits.
All Pet Shop Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Throbbing Gristle 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camberwell Now record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
PIL,
Robert Wyatt,
OOIOO,
Yazoo,
R.M.O.,
Severed Heads,
World's Most,
The Blackbyrds,
The Fall,
Crooked Eye,
David McCallum,
The Techniques,
Joy Division,
Robert Hood,
Jeff Mills,
Dorothy Ashby,
New York Dolls,
Kayak,
The Real Kids,
Funkadelic,
Ice-T,
Deadbeat,
Negative Approach,
Arcadia,
Duran Duran,
Jerry's Kids,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Mad Mike,
ABC,
Camouflage,
Pierre Henry,
Ponytail,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Gun Club,
Mantronix,
Erasure,
Morten Harket,
Sandy B,
Supertramp,
Harmonia,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Hardrive,
Peter & Gordon,
The Monochrome Set,
Can,
Boredoms,
the Fania All-Stars,
Yaz,
Babytalk,
Judy Mowatt,
Suicide,
Newcleus,
Brand Nubian,
Juan Atkins,
Nik Kershaw,
Scion,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Smog,
Royal Trux,
Tropical Tobacco,
Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead.
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.