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 Mexico and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Drive Like Jehu to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Searchers. All the underground hits.
All The Last Poets tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Fania All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet 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 rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Light Orchestra,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Jacques Brel,
X-102,
Das Ding,
Fugazi,
Flash Fearless,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Trumans Water,
The Blues Magoos,
Absolute Body Control,
Liliput,
Grey Daturas,
Carl Craig,
Brick,
The American Breed,
Girls At Our Best!,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sarah Menescal,
10cc,
Barclay James Harvest,
Colin Newman,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Gladiators,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Brand Nubian,
Chris & Cosey,
Soul Sonic Force,
Animal Collective,
Davy DMX,
Q65,
Toni Rubio,
The Leaves,
Shuggie Otis,
Clear Light,
Hasil Adkins,
Delta 5,
The Flesh Eaters,
Charles Mingus,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Von Mondo,
R.M.O.,
Mantronix,
Mission of Burma,
Yaz,
David McCallum,
Lower 48,
Nils Olav,
Funkadelic,
Pulsallama,
JFA,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
James White and The Blacks,
The Count Five,
Tres Demented,
Pere Ubu,
Godley & Creme,
Minor Threat,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Aswad,
The Birthday Party,
Minutemen,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.