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 South Sudan and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 snare 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 One Last Wish to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Divine Comedy. All the underground hits.
All UT tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cluster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a China Crisis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
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,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Searchers,
The Martian,
Scratch Acid,
Camberwell Now,
Dorothy Ashby,
Harmonia,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Altered Images,
David Axelrod,
Magazine,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Doobie Brothers,
Monolake,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
JFA,
The Fall,
Bill Near,
Marc Almond,
K-Klass,
Absolute Body Control,
Eric B and Rakim,
U.S. Maple,
Slick Rick,
Joy Division,
Bauhaus,
These Immortal Souls,
10cc,
Gabor Szabo,
Derrick May,
John Holt,
The Index,
Jerry's Kids,
Sonic Youth,
Derrick Morgan,
X-101,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Skarface,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gang Gang Dance,
Grauzone,
Big Daddy Kane,
Al Stewart,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kerrie Biddell,
Agent Orange,
Henry Cow,
Harry Pussy,
Negative Approach,
Quantec,
Howard Jones,
Easy Going,
Stiv Bators,
Yellowson,
The Velvet Underground,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Deepchord,
Crime,
Crash Course in Science,
The Victims,
Gang of Four,
Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun.
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.