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 Vietnam and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Marc Almond to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Hutcherson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Max Romeo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minny Pops record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Darondo,
Y Pants,
Ronnie Foster,
Flipper,
The Misunderstood,
Jeru the Damaja,
Donald Byrd,
Sixth Finger,
Gong,
Unrelated Segments,
Stetsasonic,
Pagans,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Pet Shop Boys,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sun City Girls,
New York Dolls,
Panda Bear,
Chrome,
KRS-One,
The Trojans,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Mad Mike,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Duran Duran,
The Motions,
Roy Ayers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bob Dylan,
Harmonia,
Niagra,
Quantec,
The Star Department,
Black Pus,
John Coltrane,
Alton Ellis,
The Searchers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kurtis Blow,
The Seeds,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Funky Four + One,
Godley & Creme,
the Fania All-Stars,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
E-Dancer,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gang Starr,
AZ,
The Dave Clark Five,
Pylon,
Oneida,
Absolute Body Control,
World's Most,
Surgeon,
Janne Schatter,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Connie Case,
The Smiths,
Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz.
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.