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 Guatemala and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Gang of Four. All the underground hits.
All Theoretical Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiopuhelimet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe 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 oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Cell,
Magma,
Wire,
K-Klass,
Make Up,
Mantronix,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Tremeloes,
Babytalk,
Matthew Bourne,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Don Cherry,
Jeff Lynne,
Hot Snakes,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Model 500,
Japan,
Con Funk Shun,
Fela Kuti,
June of 44,
Prince Buster,
Letta Mbulu,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Dual Sessions,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gang of Four,
The Associates,
Andrew Hill,
the Fania All-Stars,
Alton Ellis,
Ituana,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Seeds,
Derrick May,
Subhumans,
Tomorrow,
Gang Starr,
Davy DMX,
Kenny Larkin,
Flash Fearless,
The Misunderstood,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Scratch Acid,
Donny Hathaway,
PIL,
The Wake,
Throbbing Gristle,
Carl Craig,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Brothers Johnson,
Black Flag,
Absolute Body Control,
The Angels of Light,
Peter and Kerry,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Country Teasers,
Joe Smooth,
The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine.
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.