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 Monaco and from Glasgow.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Chocolate Watch Band to the electroclash 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 Suicide. All the underground hits.
All Warren Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Curtis Mayfield 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar 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 arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Massinfluence,
Spandau Ballet,
The Searchers,
Technova,
John Foxx,
Wolf Eyes,
Anthony Braxton,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Nils Olav,
MDC,
Blancmange,
Crooked Eye,
Joy Division,
PIL,
Ronnie Foster,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Dirtbombs,
The American Breed,
Bush Tetras,
Bobby Sherman,
Nas,
Tropical Tobacco,
Janne Schatter,
Scratch Acid,
The Moleskins,
Kurtis Blow,
The Electric Prunes,
Cluster,
Minor Threat,
Stereo Dub,
Lalo Schifrin,
Kaleidoscope,
Scan 7,
Deepchord,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Doobie Brothers,
Shuggie Otis,
The Detroit Cobras,
Jimmy McGriff,
Peter and Kerry,
Black Flag,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
AZ,
Ohio Players,
Gang Green,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Alice Coltrane,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Fortunes,
Marmalade,
Aaron Thompson,
Harry Pussy,
Bobby Hutcherson,
FM Einheit,
Black Sheep,
Newcleus,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
In Retrospect,
A Certain Ratio,
F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald.
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.