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 Lesotho and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 marimba 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 Supertramp to the rock 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 Yaz. All the underground hits.
All Barry Ungar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Make Up 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin 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 rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camouflage,
Nation of Ulysses,
Barry Ungar,
Joensuu 1685,
Eddi Front,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gil Scott Heron,
Crispian St. Peters,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Divine Comedy,
Supertramp,
Drive Like Jehu,
MC5,
Rapeman,
In Retrospect,
MDC,
Panda Bear,
Dorothy Ashby,
Eric Copeland,
The Kinks,
Todd Rundgren,
Blossom Toes,
Warren Ellis,
Schoolly D,
Loose Ends,
Section 25,
R.M.O.,
The Red Krayola,
Donny Hathaway,
Interpol,
Das Ding,
The Residents,
James White and The Blacks,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gang Starr,
A Flock of Seagulls,
David Axelrod,
PIL,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Steve Hackett,
Agitation Free,
The Vogues,
The Beau Brummels,
Rufus Thomas,
Wally Richardson,
Spoonie Gee,
Brothers Johnson,
Tom Boy,
Stereo Dub,
The American Breed,
Susan Cadogan,
Bluetip,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Smoke,
The Searchers,
Flipper,
John Cale,
Sex Pistols,
The Pretty Things,
the Human League,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan.
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.