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 Poland and from Mexico City.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Kenny Larkin to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 A Certain Ratio. All the underground hits.
All Aswad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Electric Prunes 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer 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 chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
OOIOO,
Con Funk Shun,
Drive Like Jehu,
Maurizio,
Janne Schatter,
This Heat,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Rufus Thomas,
Rosa Yemen,
The Saints,
Erasure,
Intrusion,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sixth Finger,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Malaria!,
Excepter,
Flash Fearless,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gregory Isaacs,
T. Rex,
The Invisible,
Soft Machine,
Skriet,
the Fania All-Stars,
Khruangbin,
Underground Resistance,
Sam Rivers,
Au Pairs,
Average White Band,
Joe Finger,
Delta 5,
Peter and Kerry,
Zero Boys,
Slave,
X-101,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kaleidoscope,
DJ Sneak,
FM Einheit,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
MDC,
Absolute Body Control,
Moebius,
The Vogues,
Audionom,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bronski Beat,
Altered Images,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Severed Heads,
The Toasters,
Eve St. Jones,
Derrick May,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Fugazi,
Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II.
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.