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 Iraq and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 Lyon and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 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 Marshall Jefferson to the jazz 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 Lou Christie. All the underground hits.
All Eric Copeland tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blues Magoos 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & Metallica record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ituana,
Suburban Knight,
Moebius,
Yusef Lateef,
Roxy Music,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Eve St. Jones,
Sandy B,
These Immortal Souls,
Blossom Toes,
Boredoms,
Rufus Thomas,
Deadbeat,
The Mojo Men,
Brothers Johnson,
Magazine,
Kenny Larkin,
Interpol,
Dawn Penn,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Freddie Wadling,
Nirvana,
Wolf Eyes,
Pantaleimon,
John Coltrane,
DJ Sneak,
Rotary Connection,
Technova,
Country Joe & The Fish,
a-ha,
Crash Course in Science,
Spandau Ballet,
Man Eating Sloth,
Depeche Mode,
Angry Samoans,
The Barracudas,
The Raincoats,
The Wake,
The Searchers,
The Kinks,
Howard Jones,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Thee Headcoats,
Eric Dolphy,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Grandmaster Flash,
Jeff Mills,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bluetip,
Kevin Saunderson,
Popol Vuh,
The Modern Lovers,
The Vogues,
Guru Guru,
DJ Style,
The Beau Brummels,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Symarip,
The Saints,
Fluxion,
Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four.
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.