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 Malawi and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Cairo.
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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Qualms to the punk 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 KRS-One. All the underground hits.
All David Bowie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every JFA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer 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 clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Motorama,
Steve Hackett,
The Barracudas,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Electric Prunes,
The Stooges,
Average White Band,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Durutti Column,
In Retrospect,
Junior Murvin,
Vainqueur,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Porter Ricks,
Q65,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
F. McDonald,
Be Bop Deluxe,
China Crisis,
Yaz,
Peter and Kerry,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Standells,
Traffic Nightmare,
Pylon,
Gil Scott Heron,
Icehouse,
Ultravox,
Sonny Sharrock,
Pole,
Erasure,
Bang On A Can,
Ludus,
Roy Ayers,
Isaac Hayes,
KRS-One,
MDC,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sugar Minott,
Soft Cell,
Slave,
Dark Day,
The Detroit Cobras,
Deakin,
Robert Wyatt,
Zero Boys,
A Certain Ratio,
L. Decosne,
The Busters,
The Evens,
Excepter,
Davy DMX,
Stereo Dub,
The Mojo Men,
Rekid,
The Five Americans,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams.
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.