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 Tajikistan and from Woodstock.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 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 Eric B and Rakim 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 kango's stein massive. All the underground hits.
All Soul Sonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Fania All-Stars 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MDC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Moebius,
Barclay James Harvest,
Howard Jones,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Godley & Creme,
Henry Cow,
Toni Rubio,
Parry Music,
Bootsy Collins,
U.S. Maple,
The Mojo Men,
The Remains,
The Dirtbombs,
Masters at Work,
The Index,
The Monochrome Set,
Big Daddy Kane,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Rosa Yemen,
Prince Buster,
John Cale,
Harpers Bizarre,
World's Most,
Janne Schatter,
Procol Harum,
Ponytail,
Duran Duran,
The Dave Clark Five,
Organ,
Radio Birdman,
The Evens,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Stereo Dub,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Motorama,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Nirvana,
Bob Dylan,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Silicon Teens,
Shoche,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Kerri Chandler,
China Crisis,
Chris & Cosey,
Curtis Mayfield,
the Slits,
Laurel Aitken,
Second Layer,
Amon Düül,
Barbara Tucker,
The Gap Band,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Cymande,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Smiths,
Grey Daturas,
kango's stein massive,
Aural Exciters,
Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange.
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.