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 St Lucia and from Tehran.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Robert Wyatt to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Delta 5. All the underground hits.
All Pussy Galore tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heaven 17 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a R.M.O. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Hardrive,
Robert Wyatt,
Procol Harum,
The Evens,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Supertramp,
Lightning Bolt,
The Skatalites,
The Monks,
Eric B and Rakim,
Matthew Bourne,
Godley & Creme,
the Slits,
The Residents,
James White and The Blacks,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Barracudas,
Spandau Ballet,
Ludus,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Grauzone,
Bush Tetras,
Bizarre Inc.,
Khruangbin,
This Heat,
John Foxx,
Amazonics,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Stooges,
Amon Düül II,
Throbbing Gristle,
Rufus Thomas,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Unwound,
Derrick May,
Man Parrish,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
cv313,
Scott Walker,
Brick,
Black Pus,
Wasted Youth,
Adolescents,
Jacques Brel,
Rekid,
Wire,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Desert Stars,
Susan Cadogan,
Alton Ellis,
The Invisible,
Tomorrow,
Marmalade,
Lucky Dragons,
Sex Pistols,
The Standells,
The Leaves,
Ultra Naté,
Terrestrial Tones,
U.S. Maple,
Gang Green,
Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free.
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.