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 Kiribati and from Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Johnny Clarke to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Bauhaus. All the underground hits.
All Idris Muhammad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an arpeggiator and a guitar 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 snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scrapy,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Black Bananas,
Loose Ends,
Joensuu 1685,
Tears for Fears,
Fat Boys,
Lou Reed,
the Fania All-Stars,
Girls At Our Best!,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Deepchord,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Symarip,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Litter,
Amazonics,
Malaria!,
The Count Five,
Tres Demented,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Niagra,
Public Enemy,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Depeche Mode,
Surgeon,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gregory Isaacs,
Jeru the Damaja,
Terry Callier,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Shadows of Knight,
Tomorrow,
Kerri Chandler,
Zapp,
Das Ding,
Skaos,
World's Most,
Ronan,
Dual Sessions,
X-Ray Spex,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Rapeman,
Echospace,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Donald Byrd,
Pharoah Sanders,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Monks,
The Gories,
Lalo Schifrin,
Graham Central Station,
Camberwell Now,
Gong,
Jandek,
Eden Ahbez,
KRS-One,
Howard Jones,
Mo-Dettes,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.