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 Congo and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Lou Christie to the techno 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 Moebius. All the underground hits.
All Rites of Spring tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moleskins 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro 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 güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sight & Sound,
Mo-Dettes,
Von Mondo,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
One Last Wish,
Joyce Sims,
Aswad,
ABC,
Jerry's Kids,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Silicon Teens,
Jacques Brel,
Darondo,
Youth Brigade,
The Names,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Nirvana,
Livin' Joy,
Masters at Work,
Ultravox,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Clear Light,
The Cure,
Suicide,
OOIOO,
Mantronix,
cv313,
Radiopuhelimet,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
D'Angelo,
Unrelated Segments,
Cluster,
Minnie Riperton,
Kool Moe Dee,
Barry Ungar,
Lower 48,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The J.B.'s,
Popol Vuh,
Public Enemy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Tremeloes,
Sarah Menescal,
Graham Central Station,
The Motions,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Durutti Column,
The Flesh Eaters,
Rapeman,
Black Sheep,
Lyres,
Peter and Kerry,
Crash Course in Science,
Franke,
Iggy Pop,
Cymande,
Nas,
Anakelly,
Radio Birdman,
Henry Cow,
The Slackers,
Fear,
Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller.
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.