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 Peru and from Edmonton.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the marimba 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 Raincoats to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Robert Wyatt. All the underground hits.
All Sound Behaviour tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every LL Cool J record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba 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 guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mr. Review,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Wings,
Royal Trux,
The Names,
Black Flag,
The Offenders,
Albert Ayler,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Frankie Knuckles,
Man Eating Sloth,
Blancmange,
Nick Fraelich,
Kas Product,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Fluxion,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Hardrive,
Beasts of Bourbon,
ABBA,
Jimmy McGriff,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Gories,
Rotary Connection,
Newcleus,
Ossler,
The Remains,
The Durutti Column,
June Days,
CMW,
Byron Stingily,
Godley & Creme,
Agent Orange,
Bang On A Can,
Davy DMX,
Minutemen,
Hashim,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sun City Girls,
The Cowsills,
Mars,
Clear Light,
Yellowson,
MC5,
Josef K,
Patti Smith,
48th St. Collective,
Nirvana,
Ice-T,
Second Layer,
Henry Cow,
Iggy Pop,
Thee Headcoats,
Y Pants,
Roy Ayers,
Ronnie Foster,
Bad Manners,
Idris Muhammad,
Rod Modell,
Crispian St. Peters,
Popol Vuh,
Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive.
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.