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 Malta and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the güiro 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 David Axelrod to the funk 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 Yellowson. All the underground hits.
All Groovy Waters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joyce Sims 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 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 clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Accadde A,
Sparks,
Mad Mike,
Jacques Brel,
Brass Construction,
Visage,
In Retrospect,
X-102,
Todd Terry,
Delon & Dalcan,
K-Klass,
Pantaleimon,
Groovy Waters,
The Saints,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Joy Division,
The Misunderstood,
Smog,
Flipper,
Pharoah Sanders,
the Bar-Kays,
Danielle Patucci,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
the Soft Cell,
Ronnie Foster,
Ice-T,
Camouflage,
the Normal,
Chris & Cosey,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Evens,
kango's stein massive,
Cluster,
Von Mondo,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Modern Lovers,
Marmalade,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Wasted Youth,
Connie Case,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gang Starr,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bush Tetras,
Peter & Gordon,
R.M.O.,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Standells,
Mantronix,
FM Einheit,
Wolf Eyes,
The Motions,
H. Thieme,
Glambeats Corp.,
Soft Cell,
The Names,
Warren Ellis,
Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish.
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.