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 Mozambique and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Selecter to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 CMW. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cal Tjader 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxette record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum 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,
Harry Pussy,
Lightning Bolt,
Roger Hodgson,
Bluetip,
Depeche Mode,
Chris Corsano,
Monks,
John Lydon,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Kurtis Blow,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bronski Beat,
MC5,
Roy Ayers,
Whodini,
Nas,
This Heat,
Q and Not U,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Joe Smooth,
Accadde A,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Johnny Clarke,
Bobby Sherman,
MDC,
KRS-One,
Albert Ayler,
Lyres,
David Axelrod,
The Gories,
Trumans Water,
Public Image Ltd.,
Junior Murvin,
Ralphi Rosario,
Unrelated Segments,
La Düsseldorf,
a-ha,
F. McDonald,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ultravox,
Minnie Riperton,
Mr. Review,
Flamin' Groovies,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
B.T. Express,
Bush Tetras,
Japan,
Rekid,
Goldenarms,
Soulsonic Force,
Pulsallama,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pagans,
The Selecter,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sun Ra,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gil Scott Heron,
Kaleidoscope,
Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub.
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.