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 Armenia and from Lille.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Milan.
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 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 Nas to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Joe Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Sherman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deadbeat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Procol Harum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donny Hathaway,
Radiohead,
Eric Copeland,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
the Slits,
R.M.O.,
The Tremeloes,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Durutti Column,
Deepchord,
Throbbing Gristle,
Unwound,
The Evens,
Cybotron,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Kerrie Biddell,
Supertramp,
Saccharine Trust,
The Fortunes,
Porter Ricks,
Quando Quango,
Nico,
Tommy Roe,
Masters at Work,
Mo-Dettes,
Peter & Gordon,
K-Klass,
The Kinks,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Harmonia,
Pharoah Sanders,
Jeru the Damaja,
Mars,
Subhumans,
The Fuzztones,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Terry Callier,
Davy DMX,
Dave Gahan,
Alison Limerick,
Rekid,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
JFA,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lakeside,
Ohio Players,
Gang of Four,
Roger Hodgson,
Outsiders,
Grey Daturas,
The Human League,
Circle Jerks,
Sugar Minott,
Tears for Fears,
Delon & Dalcan,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Easy Going,
Von Mondo,
The Smoke,
Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan.
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.