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 Belgium and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Drexciya to the grunge 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 Niagra. All the underground hits.
All Albert Ayler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jawbox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin 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 snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
10cc,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Aaron Thompson,
Sam Rivers,
Blossom Toes,
Darondo,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Flamin' Groovies,
Motorama,
Tom Boy,
The Cramps,
Icehouse,
Harry Pussy,
Camberwell Now,
The Residents,
Brass Construction,
Outsiders,
Robert Görl,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Todd Rundgren,
Section 25,
the Slits,
Television Personalities,
Connie Case,
Brand Nubian,
Jimmy McGriff,
Yellowson,
Shoche,
Neu!,
Duran Duran,
Boz Scaggs,
Model 500,
Echospace,
Sister Nancy,
Juan Atkins,
Bizarre Inc.,
Amon Düül,
Mad Mike,
Faust,
Minor Threat,
The Moleskins,
Flipper,
Eric Dolphy,
the Bar-Kays,
Con Funk Shun,
Scratch Acid,
The Red Krayola,
The Techniques,
Cybotron,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
D'Angelo,
Symarip,
Quadrant,
Dennis Brown,
Rapeman,
Black Sheep,
the Germs,
Cymande,
Mark Hollis,
Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio.
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.