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 Moldova and from Columbus.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 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 CMW to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Mary Jane Girls. All the underground hits.
All The Move tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Last Poets record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Outsiders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Icehouse,
Boredoms,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Rhythm & Sound,
Todd Rundgren,
Marcia Griffiths,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sixth Finger,
Grauzone,
Skriet,
the Sonics,
Piero Umiliani,
Sister Nancy,
Public Enemy,
Average White Band,
Leonard Cohen,
Frankie Knuckles,
Henry Cow,
Dennis Brown,
the Soft Cell,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Yusef Lateef,
Nirvana,
Gang of Four,
Au Pairs,
Dawn Penn,
Tim Buckley,
Jesper Dahlback,
Section 25,
Gerry Rafferty,
Boz Scaggs,
The Victims,
Mad Mike,
The Sound,
Wasted Youth,
The Dirtbombs,
Make Up,
The Flesh Eaters,
Aswad,
Japan,
Sun City Girls,
Von Mondo,
Bill Near,
kango's stein massive,
Nation of Ulysses,
Panda Bear,
Grandmaster Flash,
Moss Icon,
Ohio Players,
Thee Headcoats,
the Human League,
Desert Stars,
Echospace,
The Fortunes,
Symarip,
Kenny Larkin,
Bob Dylan,
Morten Harket,
Swell Maps,
Oneida,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Fluxion,
The Names, The Names, The Names, The Names.
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.