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 Cameroon and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 harpsichord 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 Terrestrial Tones to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 DNA. All the underground hits.
All 48th St. Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Young Marble Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator 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 a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro 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 Sound,
Darondo,
Soft Cell,
Gang Green,
The Cowsills,
In Retrospect,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Unwound,
Flash Fearless,
Black Moon,
Pharoah Sanders,
China Crisis,
Wings,
Peter and Kerry,
Jeru the Damaja,
Motorama,
The Skatalites,
Harmonia,
The Seeds,
the Soft Cell,
Robert Wyatt,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Zero Boys,
Cecil Taylor,
Thompson Twins,
Henry Cow,
Fluxion,
The Invisible,
Scratch Acid,
Monolake,
Half Japanese,
Pet Shop Boys,
FM Einheit,
The Angels of Light,
Fugazi,
Fear,
Urselle,
The Blues Magoos,
Traffic Nightmare,
Tropical Tobacco,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gil Scott Heron,
Crispian St. Peters,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bill Near,
Symarip,
Pagans,
James White and The Blacks,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Negative Approach,
David McCallum,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Smiths,
Avey Tare,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Wally Richardson,
Todd Terry,
The Dave Clark Five,
These Immortal Souls,
The Sonics,
Desert Stars,
Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes.
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.