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 Switzerland and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Warren Ellis to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Derrick Morgan. All the underground hits.
All Barclay James Harvest tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ken Boothe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Christie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Althea and Donna,
Porter Ricks,
The Monks,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
MC5,
Bobby Sherman,
The Move,
the Fania All-Stars,
Hoover,
Soulsonic Force,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Archie Shepp,
Surgeon,
Monolake,
The American Breed,
In Retrospect,
The Birthday Party,
Simply Red,
The Fuzztones,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Audionom,
The Star Department,
Yellowson,
U.S. Maple,
Yusef Lateef,
Underground Resistance,
The Selecter,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Eurythmics,
Hardrive,
Monks,
Freddie Wadling,
Moby Grape,
The Names,
Agent Orange,
The Busters,
Kenny Larkin,
Cameo,
Eli Mardock,
Desert Stars,
Con Funk Shun,
Roxy Music,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
the Bar-Kays,
Au Pairs,
The Young Rascals,
Crispy Ambulance,
Mars,
Section 25,
Pagans,
The Human League,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Yaz,
The Fugs,
The New Christs,
The Doobie Brothers,
Roy Ayers,
10cc,
Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme.
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.