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 Portugal and from Paris.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Donald Fagen 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 Sound to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic. All the underground hits.
All Porter Ricks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arthur Verocai record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tears for Fears,
Black Pus,
The Blackbyrds,
Lungfish,
Swell Maps,
Jacob Miller,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Gladiators,
Bobby Byrd,
Judy Mowatt,
The Monochrome Set,
Fat Boys,
Bobby Sherman,
The Cure,
Joey Negro,
The Invisible,
Delta 5,
Ornette Coleman,
Joe Finger,
Derrick May,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Animal Collective,
Sam Rivers,
Ralphi Rosario,
Moss Icon,
Marine Girls,
Mantronix,
Black Bananas,
Isaac Hayes,
Fugazi,
The Buckinghams,
Magazine,
Dennis Brown,
Audionom,
The Busters,
the Fania All-Stars,
Desert Stars,
Kurtis Blow,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Q and Not U,
Junior Murvin,
Skaos,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Public Enemy,
Jandek,
Steve Hackett,
The Star Department,
Wire,
Cheater Slicks,
Pet Shop Boys,
Terrestrial Tones,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Dawn Penn,
Jerry's Kids,
Soul II Soul,
Guru Guru,
Marcia Griffiths,
Quando Quango,
Eddi Front,
The Pretty Things,
CMW,
Goldenarms,
Carl Craig,
Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence.
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.