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 Ukraine and from Lagos.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Monks to the electroclash 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 Khruangbin. All the underground hits.
All John Lydon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camouflage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Axelrod,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Gladiators,
Piero Umiliani,
Boz Scaggs,
Unwound,
Jeru the Damaja,
ABC,
Letta Mbulu,
Thee Headcoats,
Eddi Front,
The Five Americans,
Duran Duran,
Donny Hathaway,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Barracudas,
The Doobie Brothers,
June of 44,
Vladislav Delay,
The Vogues,
Visage,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Television Personalities,
Suicide,
Bobby Sherman,
Juan Atkins,
The Pretty Things,
kango's stein massive,
Stereo Dub,
Rakim,
Drexciya,
Scratch Acid,
Minor Threat,
UT,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lee Hazlewood,
Nils Olav,
Delta 5,
The Alarm Clocks,
Fear,
Negative Approach,
June Days,
Magma,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Human League,
Deepchord,
Average White Band,
Sam Rivers,
Ohio Players,
Sex Pistols,
Yaz,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Graham Central Station,
The Last Poets,
Ice-T,
Godley & Creme,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gregory Isaacs,
Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage.
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.