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 Fiji and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Madrid.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the theremin 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 Janne Schatter to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Skatalites. All the underground hits.
All Liliput tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cheater Slicks 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a La Düsseldorf record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
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,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Babytalk,
Subhumans,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Rhythm & Sound,
B.T. Express,
the Bar-Kays,
OOIOO,
Isaac Hayes,
Clear Light,
Faraquet,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Harmonia,
Camouflage,
Michelle Simonal,
Wasted Youth,
Rites of Spring,
Black Flag,
The Angels of Light,
Bauhaus,
X-101,
The Grass Roots,
Tim Buckley,
Scion,
Zero Boys,
Colin Newman,
Bush Tetras,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
New Age Steppers,
Roxette,
World's Most,
Amon Düül II,
Crooked Eye,
Pere Ubu,
Glambeats Corp.,
Spandau Ballet,
U.S. Maple,
R.M.O.,
The Techniques,
Public Image Ltd.,
Scan 7,
Dorothy Ashby,
Von Mondo,
Dual Sessions,
Alton Ellis,
James White and The Blacks,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Simply Red,
Kaleidoscope,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Raincoats,
Lucky Dragons,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lakeside,
Bobby Byrd,
Monolake,
Crash Course in Science,
Das Ding,
Whodini, Whodini, Whodini, Whodini.
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.