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 Comoros and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Faraquet to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Television. All the underground hits.
All Gong tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Essential Logic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer 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 chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marshall Jefferson,
John Lydon,
Lakeside,
Ten City,
Mars,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Unrelated Segments,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Kenny Larkin,
Bootsy Collins,
Intrusion,
Urselle,
Chrome,
Deepchord,
Eric B and Rakim,
Marine Girls,
Lungfish,
Silicon Teens,
JFA,
Grauzone,
Au Pairs,
MDC,
David Bowie,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Fire Engines,
Hot Snakes,
Slave,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Laurel Aitken,
Peter and Kerry,
Royal Trux,
Robert Wyatt,
Tim Buckley,
Mo-Dettes,
Nick Fraelich,
Main Source,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sonic Youth,
Johnny Osbourne,
Crime,
Deakin,
Albert Ayler,
Tears for Fears,
Newcleus,
Wasted Youth,
the Germs,
Bang On A Can,
James White and The Blacks,
Cheater Slicks,
Lalo Schifrin,
David McCallum,
Soft Cell,
Visage,
Ponytail,
Isaac Hayes,
The Stooges,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Detroit Cobras,
Icehouse,
Lebanon Hanover,
Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash.
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.