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 Tonga and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 spring reverb 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 Jacques Brel to the punk 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 Erasure. All the underground hits.
All The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb 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 güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Raincoats,
Massinfluence,
Rakim,
Davy DMX,
Blake Baxter,
Lakeside,
Howard Jones,
Cybotron,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sun Ra,
Gil Scott Heron,
Jacob Miller,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Unwound,
Gang of Four,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sugar Minott,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Associates,
The Durutti Column,
Black Flag,
Wire,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Matthew Halsall,
Arcadia,
Deadbeat,
Reagan Youth,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
H. Thieme,
Josef K,
Anakelly,
Amon Düül II,
One Last Wish,
Camberwell Now,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Fortunes,
Wally Richardson,
Marmalade,
Fugazi,
Cecil Taylor,
Ultimate Spinach,
Grey Daturas,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Los Fastidios,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
AZ,
The Barracudas,
Gabor Szabo,
ABC,
Brass Construction,
Joensuu 1685,
Roxy Music,
Livin' Joy,
Mad Mike,
Al Stewart,
The Moody Blues,
Yellowson,
DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak.
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.