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 Swaziland and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Lou Reed 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 Black Bananas to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Lalo Schifrin. All the underground hits.
All Charles Mingus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gian Franco Pienzio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cameo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sixth Finger,
Hot Snakes,
PIL,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Remains,
Soul Sonic Force,
Skaos,
The Misunderstood,
Bootsy Collins,
Bush Tetras,
Patti Smith,
Symarip,
A Certain Ratio,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sonic Youth,
Rufus Thomas,
The Trojans,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Stetsasonic,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Easy Going,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bobby Womack,
Delta 5,
The Toasters,
Bluetip,
Hoover,
Sam Rivers,
Wolf Eyes,
Eden Ahbez,
The American Breed,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Jacob Miller,
Carl Craig,
New Order,
Fela Kuti,
10cc,
The Knickerbockers,
EPMD,
Bad Manners,
Model 500,
Arab on Radar,
This Heat,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Janne Schatter,
Big Daddy Kane,
Marmalade,
LL Cool J,
Mr. Review,
Crooked Eye,
China Crisis,
The Techniques,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Pussy Galore,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Names,
The Birthday Party,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Rosa Yemen,
Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo.
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.