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 Libya and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
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 Bobby Womack to the dance 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 Crooked Eye. All the underground hits.
All Lightning Bolt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Josef K record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Manfred Mann's Earth Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
K-Klass,
Blossom Toes,
The Zeros,
The Vogues,
Magazine,
Roxy Music,
Aswad,
a-ha,
Robert Görl,
New Order,
Chris Corsano,
Eddi Front,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Oblivians,
The Star Department,
Drexciya,
Letta Mbulu,
Lower 48,
Prince Buster,
The Five Americans,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Slave,
Donald Byrd,
Curtis Mayfield,
Faraquet,
Spandau Ballet,
Chris & Cosey,
The Evens,
Camberwell Now,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Beau Brummels,
Colin Newman,
The Stooges,
Kerrie Biddell,
Brass Construction,
Kas Product,
Zero Boys,
The J.B.'s,
Agitation Free,
Lindisfarne,
F. McDonald,
June of 44,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Robert Hood,
Soft Cell,
Rotary Connection,
Howard Jones,
Rites of Spring,
Morten Harket,
Severed Heads,
Carl Craig,
Babytalk,
David Axelrod,
Boz Scaggs,
Black Bananas,
Tom Boy,
Skriet,
Nirvana,
The Litter,
Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans.
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.