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 Egypt and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the organ 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 Neu! to the crunk 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 Kevin Saunderson. All the underground hits.
All Aural Exciters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heaven 17 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Hutcherson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Max Romeo,
Public Enemy,
Brass Construction,
The New Christs,
Unrelated Segments,
DJ Style,
Vladislav Delay,
The Smiths,
Cluster,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Swans,
Alice Coltrane,
Jesper Dahlback,
OOIOO,
Pantytec,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
James Chance & The Contortions,
UT,
Lyres,
Rapeman,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Connie Case,
Cymande,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Anthony Braxton,
Mad Mike,
U.S. Maple,
EPMD,
Eric Copeland,
Colin Newman,
Minnie Riperton,
Marshall Jefferson,
Alton Ellis,
Letta Mbulu,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kurtis Blow,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Man Parrish,
Joey Negro,
The Techniques,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lakeside,
Andrew Hill,
Derrick Morgan,
Au Pairs,
Donny Hathaway,
Public Image Ltd.,
Roxette,
The Golliwogs,
The Human League,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Blackbyrds,
ABBA,
Liliput,
Dawn Penn,
Accadde A,
Davy DMX,
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.