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 Sierra Leone and from New York.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the oboe 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 Bluetip to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Terry Callier. All the underground hits.
All 48th St. Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron 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 arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blues Magoos,
Mr. Review,
Sight & Sound,
Rod Modell,
PIL,
Barbara Tucker,
The Star Department,
Faust,
Graham Central Station,
Robert Hood,
Television Personalities,
Roger Hodgson,
Thee Headcoats,
Bang On A Can,
Lyres,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Surgeon,
Inner City,
Toni Rubio,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Glenn Branca,
Monks,
Audionom,
Silicon Teens,
The Monks,
Darondo,
Scientists,
Soul II Soul,
Ken Boothe,
Flamin' Groovies,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Pussy Galore,
Youth Brigade,
Infiniti,
Hoover,
Curtis Mayfield,
Barclay James Harvest,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Laurel Aitken,
Bobby Byrd,
Essential Logic,
The Fugs,
Barrington Levy,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
LL Cool J,
Y Pants,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Camberwell Now,
Charles Mingus,
Mad Mike,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bluetip,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Misunderstood,
Mark Hollis,
Prince Buster,
Peter and Kerry,
E-Dancer,
DNA,
The Smiths,
Jandek,
Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks.
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.