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 Mexico and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 rhodes 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 The Grass Roots to the crunk 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 Ludus. All the underground hits.
All June of 44 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Angels of Light 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Morten Harket record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cramps,
Moss Icon,
Reagan Youth,
Public Image Ltd.,
Rapeman,
In Retrospect,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Harmonia,
Ludus,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
David Bowie,
Derrick Morgan,
MDC,
Jesper Dahlback,
Dual Sessions,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Kaleidoscope,
Groovy Waters,
Harry Pussy,
Lakeside,
The Dave Clark Five,
Soft Cell,
Heaven 17,
Matthew Bourne,
Hasil Adkins,
Black Sheep,
Max Romeo,
The Fire Engines,
Steve Hackett,
The Misunderstood,
Archie Shepp,
Isaac Hayes,
Spoonie Gee,
Arcadia,
Pylon,
the Bar-Kays,
Amon Düül II,
Blossom Toes,
Lalann,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Red Krayola,
Urselle,
Yazoo,
The Five Americans,
Dead Boys,
Ultimate Spinach,
Faust,
Pagans,
The Tremeloes,
Sonic Youth,
Clear Light,
The Cowsills,
Duran Duran,
Pierre Henry,
Unrelated Segments,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Public Enemy,
Erykah Badu,
The Gories,
Black Pus,
Procol Harum,
Chrome, Chrome, Chrome, Chrome.
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.