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 Venezuela and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Woodstock.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Cabaret Voltaire to the rap 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 AZ. All the underground hits.
All Morten Harket tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nils Olav 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harry Pussy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Motorama,
Minny Pops,
La Düsseldorf,
Crispian St. Peters,
Boredoms,
The Five Americans,
The Count Five,
Surgeon,
The Associates,
Brass Construction,
Patti Smith,
Quadrant,
the Association,
Mars,
Sex Pistols,
the Fania All-Stars,
Metal Thangz,
F. McDonald,
Dark Day,
Erykah Badu,
Eric B and Rakim,
the Human League,
Saccharine Trust,
The Sonics,
Suburban Knight,
Hoover,
The Monochrome Set,
Wolf Eyes,
The Saints,
Maleditus Sound,
David Axelrod,
Susan Cadogan,
Ituana,
Zero Boys,
The Trojans,
Iggy Pop,
June of 44,
Nas,
T.S.O.L.,
The Misunderstood,
Nick Fraelich,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Masters at Work,
Yaz,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ronnie Foster,
The Red Krayola,
Quando Quango,
Marvin Gaye,
Soulsonic Force,
Hasil Adkins,
The Victims,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ossler,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Grandmaster Flash,
Funky Four + One,
Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection.
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.