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 Botswana and from New York.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Manila.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Man Parrish to the disco 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 The Count Five. All the underground hits.
All Sun City Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 48th St. Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator 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 güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cheater Slicks,
Interpol,
Peter and Kerry,
Blake Baxter,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sam Rivers,
Aural Exciters,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Banda Bassotti,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Donald Byrd,
Bronski Beat,
New Order,
Mary Jane Girls,
Half Japanese,
The Gap Band,
Cecil Taylor,
Saccharine Trust,
Gang of Four,
The Residents,
Organ,
Isaac Hayes,
Con Funk Shun,
Basic Channel,
Sandy B,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lalo Schifrin,
Mark Hollis,
The Wake,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Groovy Waters,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Rapeman,
Derrick Morgan,
OOIOO,
Bill Wells,
Roxette,
Simply Red,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Clear Light,
Erykah Badu,
Godley & Creme,
Radio Birdman,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Mad Mike,
Talk Talk,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Litter,
Steve Hackett,
Johnny Clarke,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ituana,
Ludus,
Swell Maps,
Joey Negro,
Nation of Ulysses,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Darondo, Darondo, Darondo, Darondo.
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.