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 Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe 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 The Selecter to the electroclash 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 Circle Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Prince Buster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 snare and a guitar 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 arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Bowie,
Spandau Ballet,
Quadrant,
Amon Düül II,
Underground Resistance,
UT,
Gang Green,
Cecil Taylor,
Angry Samoans,
Motorama,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bizarre Inc.,
Deadbeat,
The Doobie Brothers,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Shadows of Knight,
Organ,
The Victims,
Sexual Harrassment,
Icehouse,
Jeff Lynne,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Radiohead,
Excepter,
Main Source,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Unwound,
Bill Wells,
Visage,
Bauhaus,
Michelle Simonal,
Radio Birdman,
cv313,
Country Teasers,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Selecter,
Deakin,
a-ha,
Youth Brigade,
Gang of Four,
Jandek,
Roxette,
The Five Americans,
Curtis Mayfield,
Siglo XX,
Pulsallama,
Byron Stingily,
DJ Sneak,
B.T. Express,
Delta 5,
The New Christs,
Nation of Ulysses,
Joensuu 1685,
The Star Department,
Nik Kershaw,
The Human League,
Suburban Knight,
The Mojo Men,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Count Five,
Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear.
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.