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 Gambia and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Holger Czukay 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 Clear Light to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Newcleus. All the underground hits.
All The Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fuzztones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Henry Cow,
Absolute Body Control,
Monolake,
U.S. Maple,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bill Wells,
Glambeats Corp.,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Motorama,
The Durutti Column,
June of 44,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
AZ,
Can,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Man Eating Sloth,
Excepter,
The Names,
Whodini,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Roxette,
The J.B.'s,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Wasted Youth,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Divine Comedy,
Jacques Brel,
Letta Mbulu,
Carl Craig,
Donald Byrd,
Sandy B,
E-Dancer,
Bobby Womack,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gong,
Arcadia,
Lalann,
David Bowie,
The Real Kids,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The American Breed,
Dave Gahan,
Wally Richardson,
Altered Images,
Aloha Tigers,
Groovy Waters,
The Leaves,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ituana,
John Coltrane,
The Victims,
Spoonie Gee,
Avey Tare,
X-Ray Spex,
Blake Baxter,
Quando Quango,
David McCallum,
Buzzcocks,
Grauzone,
the Swans,
The Smiths,
Spandau Ballet,
Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks.
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.