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 Ethiopia and from Hong Kong.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Subhumans to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sugar Minott. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gabor Szabo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vladislav Delay record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Scrapy,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Traffic Nightmare,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
X-101,
Alton Ellis,
DNA,
Audionom,
The Doobie Brothers,
Black Bananas,
Popol Vuh,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gang of Four,
Cluster,
Josef K,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Rapeman,
The Slackers,
Quadrant,
Dorothy Ashby,
F. McDonald,
Faust,
Chrome,
Japan,
The Names,
Dark Day,
Flipper,
The Sound,
Royal Trux,
Spandau Ballet,
Grey Daturas,
The Moleskins,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Joe Finger,
Neu!,
Robert Wyatt,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Mad Mike,
Crime,
Motorama,
Anthony Braxton,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Selecter,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Organ,
Fatback Band,
Procol Harum,
Icehouse,
Lindisfarne,
The Flesh Eaters,
Fear,
Easy Going,
Ossler,
Suicide,
Duran Duran,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Tubeway Army,
John Holt,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Residents, The Residents, The Residents, The Residents.
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.