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 Qatar and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Moody Blues 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 Warsaw. All the underground hits.
All N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stockholm Monsters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dawn Penn record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
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,
Second Layer,
Sam Rivers,
Alphaville,
Scientists,
Skaos,
Jerry's Kids,
Silicon Teens,
Rakim,
Cheater Slicks,
Barclay James Harvest,
Fela Kuti,
X-102,
China Crisis,
Pere Ubu,
The Blackbyrds,
Dave Gahan,
Popol Vuh,
Jeff Lynne,
Albert Ayler,
Aloha Tigers,
Man Parrish,
The Monks,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Unwound,
Fad Gadget,
Sixth Finger,
The United States of America,
T. Rex,
Bluetip,
Stereo Dub,
Metal Thangz,
La Düsseldorf,
Tim Buckley,
Tropical Tobacco,
Rod Modell,
The Fortunes,
The Remains,
Max Romeo,
Bauhaus,
Gichy Dan,
Desert Stars,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Saccharine Trust,
The Mojo Men,
The Pop Group,
the Association,
Suburban Knight,
Magma,
The Gun Club,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Maurizio,
Letta Mbulu,
Sun Ra,
Ludus,
Lou Reed,
The Index,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Spoonie Gee,
the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars.
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.