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 Libya and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Pagans. All the underground hits.
All Half Japanese tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Absolute Body Control 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar 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 chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quantec,
The Cowsills,
John Cale,
Scion,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lee Hazlewood,
Girls At Our Best!,
Nik Kershaw,
Pere Ubu,
Barbara Tucker,
Pylon,
David McCallum,
Easy Going,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Alice Coltrane,
Minor Threat,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Underground Resistance,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Vogues,
Derrick May,
Big Daddy Kane,
Swans,
Slave,
Flash Fearless,
Camberwell Now,
Radio Birdman,
Don Cherry,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Goldenarms,
Anakelly,
The Move,
Stetsasonic,
Maleditus Sound,
Bootsy Collins,
Popol Vuh,
Thompson Twins,
Mark Hollis,
June of 44,
Toni Rubio,
Ituana,
Talk Talk,
Minny Pops,
New Order,
Janne Schatter,
the Human League,
Mars,
The Seeds,
The Durutti Column,
Barrington Levy,
Trumans Water,
Glambeats Corp.,
Dark Day,
Rosa Yemen,
The Searchers,
John Holt,
Robert Hood,
Todd Terry,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Moleskins,
Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments.
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.