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 Yemen and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Paris.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds to the grime 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 Colin Newman. All the underground hits.
All Alphaville tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Joe & The Fish 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camouflage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Victims,
Eve St. Jones,
Grauzone,
Circle Jerks,
David Bowie,
Bronski Beat,
Technova,
Television,
T.S.O.L.,
Alison Limerick,
Toni Rubio,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Soft Cell,
This Heat,
The Angels of Light,
The Motions,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Goldenarms,
John Holt,
John Cale,
Black Flag,
Danielle Patucci,
Livin' Joy,
Barrington Levy,
Y Pants,
DJ Sneak,
Q and Not U,
the Human League,
Fear,
Faust,
Morten Harket,
Tres Demented,
Maurizio,
Jandek,
Jacob Miller,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Cluster,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
John Coltrane,
Pole,
The Real Kids,
Supertramp,
Darondo,
Siglo XX,
Reuben Wilson,
Stereo Dub,
Mark Hollis,
Steve Hackett,
R.M.O.,
Con Funk Shun,
Cybotron,
The Music Machine,
Tomorrow,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Al Stewart,
Young Marble Giants,
Scratch Acid,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Count Five,
Rotary Connection,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible.
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.