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 Laos and from Accra.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lille.
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 clarinet 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 Rapeman to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Nick Fraelich. All the underground hits.
All The Standells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every H. Thieme 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vaughan Mason & Crew record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mars,
Robert Hood,
The Happenings,
Bobby Sherman,
Jeff Lynne,
Skriet,
Japan,
Aloha Tigers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Five Americans,
Al Stewart,
Gerry Rafferty,
Public Enemy,
The Zeros,
Massinfluence,
Wire,
Black Bananas,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Iggy Pop,
Jandek,
Scrapy,
Brothers Johnson,
Susan Cadogan,
Radiohead,
Anakelly,
The Birthday Party,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Marshall Jefferson,
AZ,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Sound,
Moebius,
Rakim,
Von Mondo,
Sixth Finger,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Howard Jones,
The Alarm Clocks,
Half Japanese,
Barry Ungar,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Joey Negro,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
the Germs,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Judy Mowatt,
Dawn Penn,
The Real Kids,
Jimmy McGriff,
Zero Boys,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Alison Limerick,
Bronski Beat,
Spoonie Gee,
The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground.
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.