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 Turkey and from Madrid.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Fluxion to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Eric B and Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Cybotron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joy Division record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
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,
Joey Negro,
Cluster,
Idris Muhammad,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Con Funk Shun,
Judy Mowatt,
Lindisfarne,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ten City,
Mo-Dettes,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Peter and Kerry,
Camouflage,
Pantaleimon,
Intrusion,
Whodini,
Technova,
Alton Ellis,
Delon & Dalcan,
David Bowie,
Accadde A,
Agitation Free,
Cheater Slicks,
The Residents,
Jeru the Damaja,
Crooked Eye,
Buzzcocks,
Dennis Brown,
Pole,
Eric Dolphy,
Eden Ahbez,
Johnny Clarke,
Dual Sessions,
Lakeside,
Japan,
PIL,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Pierre Henry,
Skaos,
10cc,
Fluxion,
Siglo XX,
The Tremeloes,
Mission of Burma,
L. Decosne,
Altered Images,
Funky Four + One,
Animal Collective,
Absolute Body Control,
Rosa Yemen,
Nico,
The Divine Comedy,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Janne Schatter,
Ituana,
Rapeman,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Barry Ungar,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Blues Magoos,
Grauzone,
Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight.
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.