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 Uganda and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Kinks to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Soulsonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every It's A Beautiful Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 sitar and a rhodes 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 mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mars,
Agent Orange,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Young Marble Giants,
Bronski Beat,
Lower 48,
Ralphi Rosario,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Andrew Hill,
Swell Maps,
Rhythm & Sound,
Groovy Waters,
FM Einheit,
Depeche Mode,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Grandmaster Flash,
Urselle,
Icehouse,
Oneida,
Matthew Bourne,
R.M.O.,
Faraquet,
Blossom Toes,
The Offenders,
Lakeside,
Gang Green,
Barbara Tucker,
Pantaleimon,
The Smiths,
Excepter,
Jeff Lynne,
David McCallum,
The Saints,
Thee Headcoats,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Tim Buckley,
Radiohead,
Rod Modell,
Charles Mingus,
Chris Corsano,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Delta 5,
Trumans Water,
Byron Stingily,
Fear,
Monks,
Bootsy Collins,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
the Fania All-Stars,
Howard Jones,
Average White Band,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Glenn Branca,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Star Department,
Lalann,
cv313,
Lyres,
Skarface,
Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins.
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.