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 Grenada and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
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 Tears for Fears to the funk 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 Bush Tetras. All the underground hits.
All Joy Division tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liliput record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mark Hollis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
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,
The Knickerbockers,
Darondo,
DJ Style,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Roxy Music,
The Five Americans,
The American Breed,
Quantec,
Tim Buckley,
Nick Fraelich,
Pylon,
Drexciya,
OOIOO,
Maleditus Sound,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Archie Shepp,
The Electric Prunes,
Black Pus,
Tomorrow,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Rekid,
Delta 5,
Q65,
the Fania All-Stars,
Man Eating Sloth,
Alison Limerick,
Dennis Brown,
Scrapy,
Hoover,
Terry Callier,
Youth Brigade,
The Cowsills,
the Normal,
Monks,
Severed Heads,
Crash Course in Science,
T.S.O.L.,
Thee Headcoats,
Connie Case,
Main Source,
Toni Rubio,
Cymande,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Minnie Riperton,
Von Mondo,
D'Angelo,
Kayak,
Lou Reed,
Oneida,
Prince Buster,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ossler,
Stockholm Monsters,
Mandrill,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Vladislav Delay,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lalo Schifrin,
Roxette,
Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones.
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.